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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.

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