The Tramp
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To feel the waves, to fight the tides
To trek on rocks, to scale new heights
To smell the blooms, to bed in dreams
To scrap the rusts, from across dry leaves
To hear the song, to fly like dove
To dance in rain, to bathe in love
To play in dust, like the ants and mites
To stand tall, in peril with might
To cast away regrets, to walk the line
To be in tune, with the melody entwined
To leave a print, on the canvass of sand
The Tramp embarks upon voyage à la Life
To trek on rocks, to scale new heights
To smell the blooms, to bed in dreams
To scrap the rusts, from across dry leaves
To hear the song, to fly like dove
To dance in rain, to bathe in love
To play in dust, like the ants and mites
To stand tall, in peril with might
To cast away regrets, to walk the line
To be in tune, with the melody entwined
To leave a print, on the canvass of sand
The Tramp embarks upon voyage à la Life
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