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The Wanderer
I am often filled with nostalgia
for something that always made me ponder
The years seem to pass by in a flash
fondly remembering the paths I used to wander
The games and places left me breathless
my young fragile heart sought so many chances
The names and faces now seem ageless
as my old agile soul reminisces on romances
In many of those sleepless nights
I felt like the new dawn would never come
But as the star rose with delight
the new day brought hope under the sun
And there I’d find some comfort
as the chance to love had come again
But when the sun set in the west
the lonely night seemed to never end
Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble on
but I walked a long road of debris and dust
The everlasting longing and yearning
made me submit to my wonder and my lust
Now I listen with vague memory
for the years spent empty and torn asunder
Remembering with bitter melancholy
those strange nights when I used to wander
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