THE SONG OF WANDERING

The song of The Wandering Earth is not leaving

The tide of Wandering Master are coming

In the time of flow as gold

The wandering is not lamentableners more

Oh master!

What magic are you had!

It should bring many people here without souls

Would the it was your lore

Or the brightness on your body

What in their eyes you are

It’s  the anchorite

Or the money?

Would you think about this?

When you wandered beyond  decade

And you get well-know in a night

In this moment the word wander are became the brand

The earth’s wandering is a feelings

The master’s wandering is a helpless

But only those people that without souls

It’s follow to the wandering master blindly

Busy working in all days

And show oneself up hardly

There is not enough mind for someone’s wandering

But a nation’s spirits wandered is the big problem

The pursuit in now is foreboding the future

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