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We don't all die young to save our spark |
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From the ravages of time |
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But the first and last to leave their mark |
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Someday become the traveling kind |
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In the wind are names of poets past |
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Some were friends of yours and mine |
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And to those unsung we lift our glass |
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May their songs become the traveling kind |
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We were born to brave this tilted world |
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With our hearts laid on the line |
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Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl |
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The song becomes the traveling kind |
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There are mountains worth their weight in gold |
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Mere mortals dare not climb |
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Come ye tipsy sainted sinners both |
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And claim them for the traveling kind |
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When the music slowly starts to fade |
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Into the light's last soft decline |
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Let us lie down in that evening shade |
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And rest among the traveling kind |
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And the song goes on for the traveling kind |
