I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And near the flames
shadows play in the shape of the mans desire
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing is as it seems
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of the love
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Each shadow veils a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
This memory of Eden hunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of the fall
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