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Salvador, Bahia, Brazil

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Oh, it makes me wonder Oh, really makes me wonder And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long...