Sometimes, I'm thinking
Whatever did I do
Nights are always chilly
In these days of youth
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Streets outside are empty
No-one can be seen
Wisdom points a finger
To the judgement that's been
For Richard
Caravan
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Composition: Richard Sinclair, Dave Sinclair, Richard Coughlan, and Pye Hastings
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