I'm the hippies
The afro-wig
At home
While homeless
The blowing oceanwind
My cap Under bali's sun
The bird's song
My breakfast in the banjar
After the night
On the pillow of sand
I'm the bridgeroom
Of nature's hinterland
Talking in native tongues
On nepal's peaks
In the alleys Of sosrowijayan
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