O thy, the vagabond of the isle;
Sailing thou caravan through unbound lands.
Ways long n endless, will isn't feeble;
meeting thou desire through unbound bands.
Days are long n tiring, nights are creepy;
Thou harp is old, thou voice strong and flappy.
Different land espouse different band;
Masking hand or the dazzling bangles of sand.
A traveler's heart, more lands to unearth!
A vagabond's heart, more bands to unfurl!
A traveler singing at the top of his voice!
A vagabond is in search of nooks n noise!
A traveler, a vagabond, pray who art thou?
A stage is set, may it be today, may it now.
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