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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 hands
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never die
And in the flames
The 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 now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
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 hands
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
Her rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

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 hands
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 memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of the Fall
- Sting "Desert Rose" Brand New Day

--G.
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Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor in Chief, Netadmin
Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/

Mmm. Yes, great song, especially with the muezzin-like vocals in it.

Peggy wants me to write an Elizabeth Perkins/Amelia Peabody Emerson fanfic as part of a post-Drunkard's Walk continuity so she can get her own avatar into a setting that's fun, and this song always struck me as something Doug would simply have to use in the Egyptian desert...

-- Bob
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Our outraged reaction
To terrorist action
Should never be forgot.