Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Calton Hill cz1

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  1. 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 moves in the logic of all my dreams This fire burns I realize that nothing's as it seems