Who says I need a splendid manse
when I know I'll stay in every bivouac in
Germany, England and or France?
Who says I need a fancy car
when I know I opt to tread and feel
every footstep no matter how far?
Guess what hefty price I'll pay or might try?
A vast piece of land!
To lay all the fun adventures with me
on the day that I die.
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