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Dusty roads of being lie below Softly whispering beneath our feet. Wandering together, to and fro Where we’re headed, we can't quite repeat. Somewhere past the hazy, bluish light, Far away where strangers dwell, Do you hear the murmurs in the night? Dusty roads with tales to tell. Dusty roads with tales to tell. Don’t go chasing winds that drift and stray, Let the morning sky your eyes unseal. Onward, onward — don’t you look away, Hurry where you’ve never been — be real. Now the sky is swirling overhead, By the stream the night did lie. See the dusty paths that softly tread Over you and me, passing by. Over you and me, passing by. After fading mirages we glide, Down the trails that dreaming paints anew, Past the watchmen nodding on the side, Toward magic gardens drenched in dew. Clouds are lifting us beyond the ground, In our palms, the fireflies gleam. Do you still recall the roads we found? Now they feel just like a dream. Now they feel just like a dream. Now they feel just like a dream.