The traveler is like the sun
Which traverse the length of the Earth
And seen her peoples and foods and cultures
The traveler is like a blast of the wind
Which blow cold at times and hot
The flying dust is a glad companion
The traveler is like the compass
Looking for the North pole
Gladly seeking the new lands
The traveler is like a big book
Though he might have read so little
He pass for an encyclopaedia yet
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