The Doors ' Shaman's Dreams'

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Whispers of the Shaman's Dream

In the shadows of the twilight, a shaman finds his way,
To realms where fantasies awaken, where wild spirits play.
He dances with the moonlight, speaks with ancient trees,
In the heartbeat of the forest, he uncovers nature’s keys.

Valiant echoes of the past, where legends cross the night,
Robby’s strings of fire, Val’s enraptured flight.
Stone, the weaver of their tales, in cinema’s bright embrace,
The Doors of perception open wide, in this sacred space.

From distant shores of Liverpool, a working hero sings,
Lennon’s voice of vision, in the halls of destiny rings.
Maggie M'Gill’s soft refrain, a melody of old,
Tales of commonality, in moments shared and told.

In Toronto’s vibrant echoes, two paths crossed the sea,
John and Jim, in concert's glow, a brief eternity.
Their spirits danced in rhythm, beneath the starry dome,
Two souls in fleeting unity, far from hearth and home.

Through interviews and memories, the tapestry unfolds,
Of lives entwined in music, of stories yet untold.
In the shaman’s dream we wander, through nature’s grand design,
Where harmony with earth and man, in sacred steps align.

So listen to the whispers, in the forest and the wind,
Of legends, dreams, and moments, where histories rescind.
For in the shaman’s vision, and the hero’s humble song,
We find the path to unity, where all our hearts belong.