dDesert Rose

                                               

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                                                                               I dream of rain
                                                                  I dream of gardens in the desert sand
                                                                               I wake in pain
                                                             I dream of love as time runs through my hand

                                                                               I dream of fire
                                                       These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
                                                                             And in the flames
                                                         Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

                                                                             This desert rose
                                                             Each of her veils, a secret promise
                                                                             This desert flower
                                                        No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

                                                                            And as she turns
                                                        This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
                                                                             This fire burns
                                                                  I realize that nothing's as it seems

                                                                             I dream of rain
                                                               I dream of gardens in the desert sand
                                                                             I wake in pain
                                                        I dream of love as time runs through my hand

                                                                             I dream of rain
                                                              I lift my gaze to empty skies above
                                                              I close my eyes, this rare perfume
                                                             Is the sweet intoxication of her love

                                                                            I dream of rain
                                                            I dream of gardens in the desert sand
                                                                            I wake in pain
                                                        I dream of love as time runs through my hand

                                                                            Sweet desert rose
                                                             Each of her veils, a secret promise
                                                                           This desert flower
                                                   No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

                                                                           Sweet desert rose
                                                                 This memory of Eden haunts us all
                                                                This desert flower, this rare perfume
                                                                 Is the sweet intoxication of the fall
 

                                                                          Desert Rose by Sting
 

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