Traveler

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I carry around my suitcase

Click clack click clack, my shoes go against the pavement

Inside my coat are strings with paper stars

Swish swoosh swish swoosh, my hair goes against the wind

Words that mean so much more

Tick tock tick tock, my hand watch goes as I approach the train

The train will take me to my destiny

Sigh sigh sigh sigh, that is the sound of my beating heart

I travel for my own good

I wish I could move away and go explore the world

Die die die die, that would be my only other option

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