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Patiala, India

…And the road becomes my bride I have stripped of all but pride So in her I do confide And she keeps me satisfied Gives me all I need …And with dust in throat I crave Only knowledge will I save To the game you stay a slave Rover, wanderer Nomad, vagabond Call me what you will But I'll take my time anywhere Free to speak my mind anywhere And I'll redefine anywhere Anywhere I roam Where I lay my head is home …And the earth becomes my throne I adapt to the unknown Under wandering stars I've grown By myself but not alone I ask no one ...And my ties are severed clean The less I have, the more I gain Off the beaten path I reign Rover, wanderer Nomad, vagabond Call me what you will But