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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
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