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This weekend

I'm away all this weekend.

Spending the weekend up in Maroochydoore with my parents again.

Haven't been up there since before Easter, and haven't seen them since the beginning of April for the Bette Midler concert.

Current plans are to get home from work on Friday, have dinner and get organised, and then leave home about 7:00 or 7:30, getting there by 9pm.

I'll spend the entire weekend up there, and leave after dinner Sunday, meaning I will still have enough time at home Sunday night to prepare for the next working week.

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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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