For the dreamers in the world

Who have no dream

Who own the tug boat

With it, no steam

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For the wonderers

Hoping for all the good

This world can bring

But to afraid to sing

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Living life out on the edge

For nothing more

Than a simple pleasure

Their life to give

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I ponder these wondering souls

They wonder the streets

Never quite up

Never quite down

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The careless attitude they possess

No thought for the formal

No trial for scrutiny

No firm contra success

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I am grinning as I write

About this loving souls

They have no lingering care

As their bodies grow old

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I hope that I posses such traits

Striving for life and its blessings

With no crudeness for advantage

Happiness truly is the ultimate bandage

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I am lifted by simple smiles

The thought of easy hearts brings me back

The dreamer of no dream

Is quite more sophisticated than it seams

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So here is to the wanders

I hope you find what you seek

Your heart is happy

And your adversaries’ weak

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Here is to you

Keep the dream alive and well

So one day

Your story you can tell