Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
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And stars fill my dream
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I'm a traveller of both time and space
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To be where I have been
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To sit with elders of the gentle race
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This world has seldom seen
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They talk of days for which they sit and wait
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All will be revealed
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Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace
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Sounds caress my ear
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And not a word I heard could I relate
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The story was quite clear
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Ooh, baby, I been blind
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Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
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Oh, ooh yes, I been blind
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Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
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All I see turns to brown
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As the sun burns the ground
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And my eyes fill with sand
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As I scan this razor line
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Can I find, can I find where I've been
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Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
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Like sorts inside a dream
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Leave the path the led me to that place
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Yellow desert stream
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Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon
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I will return again
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As the dust that floats finds you
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Will move and search Kashmir
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Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
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Cross the sea of years
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With no provision but an open face
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Along the straits of fear
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Oh, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
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And my feet wear my fickle way to stay
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Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, but I'm down Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah,
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but I'm down, so down
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Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
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Let me take you there
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Come on, oh let me take you there
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Let me take you there
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Kashmir
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Luxt |