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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
And stars fill my dreams.
I'm a traveller of both time and space,
To be where I have been.
To sit with elders of a gentle race,
This world has seldom seen.
They talk of days for which they sit and wait,
All will be revealed.
Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace,
Sounds caress my ear.
And not a word I heard could I relate,
The story was quite clear.
Ooh baby I
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