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She had no home
When I met her as a happy wanderer
Navigating from places to places
I did told her I had nothing to offer
But the simple comfort of my chest
To this she looked at me smiling
âHey you adventurerâ, she told me
âYouâre the one I have been waiting,
Home I donât need, free I want to beâ
âThe road is a paved way to paradise,
Like the snail my house is this bag,
I ...
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