Oh, pilot of the storm that 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
Like the dust that lufts high in June, when moving through Kashmir.
mgh
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- MgH
ReQuieSCaT In PaCe
Joe TheSNaKe. Breach my ringmeat weirdos.
Always THAT asshole
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