| In a cold cell thinking of my life
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| Writing memories of magic east
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| Leaving from my town
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| Walking the long silk road
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| I’ve passed many stranger countries
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| Travelling in my journey
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| I have see illusion and reality
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| Mile after mile
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| I’ve touched the creation of God
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| Long in time is the road that leads me
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| To live all my dreams in a magic and distant land
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| Climbing mountains, hills, plains and desert places
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| I came to know a golden land in the far east
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| Its magical dream
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| Learning a new life I built my way
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| To trade and to speak with a new world
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| Eighteen years are gone I am back to home
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| Then in the war I was taken prisoner
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| Travelling in my journey
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| I have see illusion and reality
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| Mile after mile
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| I’ve touched the creation of God
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| Long in time is the road that leads me
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| To live all my dreams in a magic and distant land
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| Climbing mountains, hills, plains and desert places
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| I came to know a golden land in the far east
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| Its magical dream |