From town to town
And heart to heart
From tip to toe
And end from start
I lay my hat
On many a hook
No home as such
Any cranny or nook
Rise with the sun
Fall with the moon
No baggage carried
My own tune
No need to settle
A need to move
No ties to bond
A score to prove
So much to see
Nomadic conjuror
The road calls me
Disparate wanderer
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