You are the wind,
I am the grain of sand.
You carry me around,
to the promised land.
The field of rainbow,
the place where flowers glow.
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight,
admiring the beauty of starry night.
The bird of joy sings the melody of life.
The nymphs dance the grace of life.
This is it,
I have been waiting for it.
The time you carry me,
to the land in my dream.
The place that have been calling me.
The land of dream.
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