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These roads, built by the hands of men, are not
the property of either man or state.
One single owner each of them has got,
who pays in neither bank notes nor gold weight.
One soul who's wandered each and every one
a few too many times can call them his.
He's memorized each corner, and can run
from one end to the other with a whiz.
I’ve walked all of them with him, but not mine
is this, the honor of their ownership.
He loved the streets the best, and so you'll find
that he possesses the deeds to the trip.
The subject, if you ask, of this eclogue
is he who walked these streets the most: my dog.