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He came from somewhere Out west, he said, Just drifting around, Aimlessly, Trying to find a key To what life means. Quite a mystery, he, With spectacular looks And childlike naiveté Yet deep-set, old, knowing eyes With sadness and disappointment Lurking somewhere just beneath. There was something about the way He held me, so close, clinging, Unlike other men, needing more, And me,...