A time to gaze
To let the mind graze
Walk to an anthem
Heard only by you
To watch dreams being dreamed
And to dream your own too
With future rejoicings
Overheard from within
The Walkabout Tribe
Will make you their kin
Through flush summer heat
Or steel-winter cold
These starry-eyed dreamers
Shall never grow old
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