In shadows, I roam, no place to call home,
A vagabond’s verse, through streets I comb.
My bed is the pavement, beneath the moon’s dome,
A nomadic soul, in solitude, I roam.
In shadows, I roam, no place to call home,
A vagabond’s verse, through streets I comb.
My bed is the pavement, beneath the moon’s dome,
A nomadic soul, in solitude, I roam.
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