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It’s always sad to leave the land where you were born where your friends are

It’s really hard to change the place where is your home where your roots are

But it’s so cool to feel the wind calling you for wandering filling out the sails

Listen to the calling voice of your restless soul look at wandering star

If you want to roaming free cast away all useless thing

Keep opened your eyes for different views

Do not turn off your chosen road when meet with any bars

It is so nice to come back home after long trip with many impressions

Your own house your own bed so peace and quiet fills you again

But once you stop delight in rest and try to do to do your best

You start to roll the travel’s wheel preparing for the road fair wind you feel

East or west home is best the old proverb comes to your mind

But something keeps you traveling while road to home still stays alone