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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 handI 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 desireThis desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than thisAnd as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seemsI dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her loveI dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my handSweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than thisSweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall