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 and true, when movin’ through kashmir.

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es jau neko tiiru nesaprotu

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jimmy page&robert plant? :)

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bingo!

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met nost zvīņas

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