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Wanderer

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The sunshine beats upon my face
No wind to chase the clouds
I see them hanging there with grace
My boots whirl dust up, leave no trace
So why then all the doubts?

The road – a snake, winds its way through
a landscape drowned in sand.
My dirty clothes, the beard I grew
do not disturb, do not eschew
There’s no one in my land.

I never stop, just drag along
my tired growing feet.
The friends I used to laugh among
Are long since gone – oh what went wrong?
There’s just the road to meet.

The place I seek lies far ahead,
my journey just begun.
To find my peace I’ll face each dread
and so I walk heart over head
Just straight towards the sun.





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