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I soar through the sky, Peek at its peak, Wriggle through the deep, Yet no pick for rest. I’m a tramp on the earth, Scouring all the lands- For a place befitting. Many wonder at my quest And say, an end is debatable. The thirst of my search- Found no room for refill, Not a hole for overflow. Although, I sneak into buildings With my pillow in mind, Still, not a billet- To adore the night for. So, in my entire hunt, None is like my treasure trove.