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Let the sun beat down upon my face, with stars to fill my dream, I am a traveler of both time and space to be where I have been, to sit with elders of a gentle race this world has seldom seen, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream, Heed the path that led me to that place with yellow desert stream, My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again, Sure as the dust that blows high in June, when moving through Kashmir, masterpiece, best quality, highly detailed, sharp focus, dynamic lighting, flux-style,