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Whispers Glide o'er Desert Sands

Amidst the winds of ancient lands, a voice resounds with peace's demands. A confidant in the dance of fate, weaving threads that hearts elate. With gentle words and steady hands, echoes reach the dunes and brands. A diplomat 'neath sun's wide span, he shapes the dreams of every man.

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Whispers Glide o'er Desert Sands