There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.

~ Robert W. Service

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Amidst the crowd, tumbling like a stone, although lying on the roads, I’m but a life.

~ Waheed Ibne Musa

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