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The same way I yearn to see the Himalayas
I long to lay my eyes on your facade
Have you heard about the mounts of Tibesti?
There in the desert
Eroded by the winds of time
Sharpened by the grains of sand
The dunes of the Sahara
Stand ne’er
The camels ride their horses slowly
While the yellow sun says goodbye
To his children
Leaving them to the fright of the dark
And the gentle protection of the moon
Open your eyes

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