The Returning
The Handsome Face we call the Great Divine,
The One whos Shadow even has a Shine.
How His Aura like a Fire Rages,
Surrounding Yogis and Sacred Sages.
Hear The Trumpet of that Heavenly Tone,
The Familiar Sound that's calling You Home.
When the Destiny of the Human Race,
Is The Returning... with a Sacred Face!
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