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There is a man
who walks restless from town to town.
If you ask him where he is going
he will look at you with very old, blue, eyes,
much older than the man himself.
And he will smile
a distant smile,
but he wont answer the question.
Maybe he doesn't have the answer himself.
And he will keep walking.
But if you ask him where he has been
he will raise his head and close his eyes
and he will speak.
He speaks of his brothers, who are no longer with him
'fallen', he calls them. But his voice
will be nothing but loving.
Stories about his sisters that are as old as time,
of a father that disappeared
and never came back.
And if you have the time, if you wait, listen,
he will open his eyes once more
and tell a tale.
They say he is most fond of this one,
it's about two men. Brothers,
that found him. Two brothers with no home.
He never names them, but if you look
you can see that he remembers
everything.
He wont end this story,
never has.
There is a man
who walks restless from town to town.
There is a man
who will never stop.