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mesmerized by steady beats
in Xanadu-like golden streets
bathed in early morning light
waking to a mystic sight

Sun is rising, so it seems
on the Earth where all our dreams
disappear as we awake -
getting up about to make

breathing in a conscious act,
something that is often lacked
with mesmerizing steady beats
in Xanadu-like golden streets

while waking to a mystic sight
bathed in early morning light
becoming conscious of each breath -
all seems one, there is no death

as eternity goes on and on
in this place where we belong
in Xanadu-like golden streets
mesmerized by steady beats

breathing in and out then in
as we spiral and we spin
around around around we go
in this place we've come to know...