| I dream of rain |
| I dream of gardens in the desert sand |
| I wake in vain |
| I dream of love |
| As time runs through my hand |
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| 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 |
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| This desert rose |
| Each of her veils, a secret promise |
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| This desert flower |
| No sweet perfume ever |
| Tortured me more than this |
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| 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 |
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| I dream of rain |
| I dream of gardens in the desert sand |
| I wake in vain |
| I dream of love |
| As time runs through my hand |
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| 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 |
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| I dream of rain |
| I dream of gardens in the desert sand |
| I wake in vain |
| I dream of love |
| As time runs through my hand |
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| Sweet desert rose |
| Each of her veils, a secret promise |
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| This desert flower |
| No sweet perfume ever |
| Tortured me more than this |
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| Sweet desert rose |
| This memory of Eden haunts us all |
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| This desert flower, this rare perfume |