Tuesday, May 27, 2008

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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 I dream of rain I lift my gaze to empty I close Skies Above my eyes The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love


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 Sweet desert rose

Whose
shadow bears the secret promise This desert flower

sweet perfume That Would not torture you more Than this


Sweet desert rose This memory of hidden hearts and souls This desert flower
rare perfurme
This is the sweet poisonation of love


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