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There's a spirit calling softly from the Mekong's flow. Down the river path, where offerings of light glow. Every temple stop, I meet monks in saffron bright. Can't stay too long, as morning alms fade into night. Maybe tomorrow, I'll find my village home, Until tomorrow, through Laos I'll gently roam.

Through ancient lanes of Luang Prabang I wind. Past golden temples, leaving footprints far behind. Every market stop brings smiles warm and true. Can't linger long, as festival times beckon new. Maybe tomorrow, I'll rest near That Luang's spire, Until tomorrow, I follow hearts' desire.

Where bamboo forests whisper ancient lore. Through rice fields stretching to the mountains' core. Every village shares their sticky rice with pride. Can't stay for long, as new paths open wide. Maybe tomorrow, I'll join the evening song, Until tomorrow, the journey moves along.

Down in Vientiane where old meets new each day. Past morning markets where kind souls light the way. Every stop reveals traditions strong and deep. Can't pause too long, as customs I must keep. Maybe tomorrow, I'll find my place to stay, Until tomorrow, Laos guides my gentle way.

Through Champasak's ruins telling tales of old. Where Khmer temples share their stories yet untold. Every pause brings forth new friendship's gentle start. Can't rest too long, as journeys fill my heart. Maybe tomorrow, near Nam Ngum I'll reside, Until tomorrow, with Lao spirit I'll glide.