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Lyrics:

A lute on his back, a song in his heart,
Through winding roads, he makes his start.
With every step, a story to share,
In every village, legends flare.

He sings of heroes, brave and bold,
Of love and loss, of tales untold.
Through mountains high and valleys deep,
He gathers dreams for those who weep.

Feet on the path, eyes to the stars,
Whispers of fate in taverns and bars.
Through storm and sun, his voice will soar,
A tale once told becomes folklore.

Oh, the wandering bard, tales to unfold,
Songs of adventure, stories of old.
He travels far, through land and time,
Spinning magic with every rhyme.
From firesides to castles grand,
Legends live by the minstrel's hand.

He sings of dragons, swords, and kings,
Of shadowed woods and elven rings.
In every town, a truth revealed,
A heart to heal, a soul unsealed.

The children laugh, the elders sigh,
Dreams rekindled, spirits fly.
For every note, a tale retold,
A bard’s true gift more prized than gold.

Through ancient lands, where stories sleep,
A bard’s voice wakes the secrets deep.
The melody dances, soft and bright,
Carrying legends through the night.

He leaves no mark, no home, no stone,
But his stories live in hearts alone.
Long after roads have claimed his track,
His songs remain; they echo back.

Through the ages, voices ring,
New bards rise, his songs they sing.
A traveling soul, forever free,
His stories now eternity.

Oh, the wandering bard, tales to unfold,
Songs of adventure, stories of old.
He travels far, through land and time,
Spinning magic with every rhyme.
From firesides to castles grand,
Legends live by the minstrel's hand.

A final song, the night grows still,
The stars above, the air, a thrill.
For every tale, a journey’s start,
The world’s a stage, and life, the art.

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