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September 2012

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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.

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