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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face |
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Stars fill my dream |
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I am 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 a gentle race |
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This world is seldom seen |
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Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait; |
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All will be revealed |
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(REFRAIN) |
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Oh baby I've been flyin' yeah, mama, ain't no denyin' |
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Oh yeah, I've been flyin' ain't no denyin', ain't no denyin' |
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Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace |
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Whose sounds caress my ear |
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But not a word I heard could I relate |
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The story was quite clear |
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Yeah ,Yeah |
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Lingala munoko ya ba coco na ngai |
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Tango ba zalaki ko yemba ba zalaki ko sepela |
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Neti ngai sikoyo |
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Na zali ko yemba nzembo oyo |
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Fungola matoi na yo malamu yoka awa |
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Tika ko sala biloko pamba pamba |
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Tango mosusu o si o mona ndoki |
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Kasi ko banga te yaka epai na ngai a ko kanga yo te |
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Misu na ngai ba mona biloko mingi |
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Neti mboka wana batu mingi ba kufa |
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Ba zalaki mayele mingi te |
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Ba zalaki pe batu malamu te neti yo |
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Kasi yaka epai na gnai |
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O ko ngai na misu ya batu misusu |
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(REFRAIN) |
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Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace |
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Like thoughts inside a dream |
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Heed the path that led me to that place |
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Yellow desert screams |
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My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon; |
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I will return again |
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Sure as the dust that floats high in June |
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When movin' through Kashmir |
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(REFRAIN) |
