Oh let the sun beat down upon my face Stars to fill my dreams I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been As the dust that floats behind you When moving Through Kashmir With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear I've been flying ain't no denying All I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find Trying to find Trying to find When I'm down So down
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