"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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