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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream.<br>I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been.<br>To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen.<br>They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed.<br><br>Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear.<br>But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear. <br><br>Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream.<br>Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream.<br>My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again.<br>Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. <br><br><br>Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years.<br>With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear.<br><br>Let me take you there.
