A smile that could melt your soul
A rarity to sight, a mystery unbeknown
Eyes that gleam, yet so cold
With a heart that shall not unfold
In the yonder, plays a band
Happy songs of joyous lands
The eyes that gleamed, dared not discover
A loving word, an honest brother
Know not our kin, the forlon wanderer
Of joyous tunes and kindly strangers
They bring with them a wealth beyond the letter
A sobering touch to a make one feel better
With smiles undiscovered, heart stuck in his chest
Our friend none the wiser, oh what will he regret
To a destination decided, on a path less shown
Mistrusting of turf, the wanderer never comes home
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