TRAVELLERS

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My home is the road.

I must travel til I die.

Here in a cherry orchard

No cherry blossoms bloom

Dirty old town

in dirt and muck

Forgotten and unwanted

I kiss my girl on the factory wall.

Shining steel tempered in fire

I will make a sharp axe

To chop you down like an old dead tree.

The one above

Wasn't he a traveller

He was nailed to a tree

Star is awake

A swan travelling across a pond.

Come charmer give me a choice

Groggy trailer

Chrome charger

Take the high hills for a home

I must travel til the end.

Meet battle ground

Meet contagion

Lily white

Sank to the tomb

I must travel til the end.

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- Georgia Gardner Gray