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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear, oh, oh Ooh, baby, I been flying low, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, ooh, yes, I've been flying, mama ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin' All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasteland Trying to find, trying to find where I've been Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear, ohh,
Annons
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Anonymous
Tue 25 Sep 2007 21:10
was ist das? jättefin text o bild
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