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And Then... (finale)

Monday was nothing more than packing, thanking Martin for his hospitality, getting a lift to the station, taking the train to Spencer Street Station and then the Skybus to the airport and checking in.

The bad news was that I had gotten my departure time wrong, the good news being that my departure time was actually 15 minutes later than I thought it was, so no problem.

The flight back was good with only about half the seats taken. I had my row entirely to myself, and the only people who had middle seats were those people who were actually sitting together.

Arrived, grabbed the luggage and took another taxi home (only $26.40 this time) and collapsed.

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Desert Rose

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

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 rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

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

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

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