The traveler is like the sun
Traversing the length of Earth
Seeing people, and their cultures
The traveler is a blast of wind
Which blows hot and cold,
And dust is his glad companion
The traveler is like the compass
Searching for the North pole,
Seeking lands that come along
The traveler is a fancy diary,
Though lousy with books
Yet he is a place encyclopaedia
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