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Today we're here,
Tomorrow there.
:28:04
We live free as the air,
Like boys without a care.
:28:08
On the move, having fun,
Avoiding shadows for the sun.
:28:13
We prefer what is sweet, not sour,
:28:16
A pretty girl, not a wall flower,
:28:20
And pleasure, not despair.
:28:24
We flit from face to face
Like bees among the flowers.
:28:27
In each port, a pretty girl,
In each town, some tender hours.
:28:31
We live on the heady brine,
a baker's loaf, a sip of wine,
:28:34
The morning haze, the evening storm,
:28:38
A child's smile to make us warm,
:28:41
The siesta at mid-day,
:28:44
Making love in the hay,
:28:49
The wind on our face.
:28:52
We go from town to town,
The future's an unknown.
:28:55
A pretty girl lends a hand
And life is grand.
:28:59
Today here,
Tomorrow there.
:29:01
Our life's a romance,
A melody composed by chance,
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Full of new delights.
:29:06
We prefer joy to misery,
:29:08
Intelligence to stupidity,
:29:12
Straight talk to hypocrisy,
:29:16
And gentle arms to gendarmes.
:29:20
We go from fair to fair,
Folks point and stare.
:29:23
They call us carnies
But poets are what we are.
:29:27
Today we frown,
Tomorrow laugh.
:29:29
Life's a double bill,
A tragedy of fate,
:29:32
A comedy of good will.
As friends we will grow old,
:29:37
Knights without fear or blame,
We haven't a penny to our name,
:29:45
But our hearts are made of gold.
:29:48
We go from place to place,
Across rivers and valleys.
:29:51
They call us carnies,
The road is our home base.