The Desert Pagan rode his white stallion,
Away, away, away to the promised land. 

Away to freedom, freedom of belief.
Away to liberty, liberty to choose.

Four hundred years his clan had lived,
on the banks of the Oasis of the Fire of the Sun.

But now he was an exile,
a king enslaved in his own empire.

Banished from the green heaven of life
into the fiery desert of intolerance,

by a mass of minds thinking, chanting, praying,
only One, only One, only One.


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