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Posted
on 02-Sep-02 10:18 PM
I DREAM OF RAIN
I DREAM OF GARDENS IN THE DESERT SAND
I WAKE IN PAIN
I DREAM OF LOVE WHEN TIME SEEN THROUGH MY HAND
I DREAM OF FIRE
THOSE DREAMS ARE TIED TO AHORSE TAHT WILL NEVER TIRE
AND IN THE FLAMES
YOUR SHADOWS PALY IN THE SHAPE OF A MONS DESIRE
THIS DESERT ROSE
EACH OF YOUR VEILSA SECRET PROMISE
THIS DESERT FLOWER
NO SWEET PERFUME EVER TORTURED ME MORE THAN THIS AND IS U TURNS
THIS WAY U MOVES IN THE LOGIC OF MY DREAMS
THIS FIRE BURNS
I REALIZE THAT NOTHIN'S AS IT SEEMS
I DREAM OF RAIN
I LIFE MY GAZE TO EMPTY SKINS ABOVE
I CLOSE MY EYES,THIS ROSE PERFUME
IS THE SWEET INTOXICATION
THIS MEMORY OF EDEN HUNTS AS ALL
THIS DESERT FLOWER,THIS RARE PERFUME
IS THE SWEET INTOXICATION OF THE ALL
THE DESERT ROSE.
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