Roamers
Roachers and Space Gypsies,
Such names we have received.
The Hansa geese despise us,
Yet we sail starlight's breeze.
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Independence from the Hansa,
The Big Goose calls it wrong.
But look around this sea of stars,
This is where we belong.
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We are the Roamers, Kanaka's sons,
We're content to fly deep space.
Our ships, our homes, they're here for us,
They are our special place.
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So the Therons talk, the Goose may cluck,
And ildirans do their thing.
But this is our home, deep space to roam,
The solar winds our wings.
