I dream of rain
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
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I wake in pain
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I dream of love as time runs through my hand
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I dream of fire
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Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
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And in the flames
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Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
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This desert rose
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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This desert flower
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No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
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And as she turns
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This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
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This fire burns
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I realize that nothing's as it seems
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I dream of rain
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
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I wake in pain
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I dream of love as time runs through my hand
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I dream of rain
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I lift my gaze to empty skies above
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I close my eyes
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This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
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I dream of rain
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
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I wake in pain
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I dream of love as time runs through my hand
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Sweet desert rose
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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This desert flower
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No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
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Sweet desert rose
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This memory of Eden haunts us all
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This desert flower
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This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall
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Desert Rose
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