A Peddlers Travel
The wind may blow from east to west.
A tattered vest across your chest.
His legs do carry him as far as they may go.
The clouds a vision of objects; Reflecting in your mind.
The days are long and weary, But your life is pressed for time.
Travel on frail peddler; As far as your legs may go.
Dare to live your hopes, your dreams, to fill your heart and soul.
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