They walk the walk and talk the talk

Walking the plains of desert lands

Roaming the dark and grey expanse

They talk the talk and walk the walk

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Ever wandering in circles

Again and again, round and round

Oh, following an endless trail

Those three strange men in the desert.

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Footsteps in sand, shadows in dust

They dream greatness but one day must,

For time away, old age come, rust.

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Their journey is long, dangerous

But time is rare, even precious

And they cannot stray from their course.