Three men in the desert

 

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.

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