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All the domes, arched gates and flights of stair Flooded with red beams from sun's sinking chair Who is hindering my will To reach this place - oh, so tranqui? Who are the Gods to prohibit Against my desire and all my wit - To whom shall I address my wish To reach this place - high up and higher ? Please free my path to this estate Through golden doorways passing late At sunset. Coming to where I cling: The town which I possess in my dreams. Did I use too barren prayers Through barriers of mysticisms layers Must I penetrate my need Pricking ears attentive heed ? Oh free my path to this estate Through golden doorways passing late At sunset. Coming to where I cling: The town which I possess in my dream From Letras Mania