"Desert Rose"
By: Sting
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 fire
Those 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 moce in the logic of my dreams
This fire burns
I realize nothing's as it seems
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 life my gaze to empty skiees 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 vain
I dream of love as time runs through my had
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 memore of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall
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