I am a lonely wanderer..i wander here and there, in search of a place to fit in.. I talk to everybody i could see...trying to find out where i would feel at home.. Every day and nite, i smile a little, i cry a little.. I make someone laugh a lottle, so that they would like me atleast the size of a pebble.. I have no place to stay and none to call them mine... For i am the lonely wanderer walking along the pavement just like every passerby...
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