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DVD doings

I returned the two three day hires to the shop.

While I was there, I decided to have a look to see if any of the other ones I particularly wanted to watch were there. Mostly no, but The Sixth Sense and Unbreakable were there, and I'd been told many times that I needed to watch them both, so I grabbed them.

Being a video store, they of course had music playing. Now, I have no idea who the band was, or what song, but the line "If I'm leaving with a broken heart, you're leaving with a busted nose" certainly grabbed my attention.

As I was waiting at the counter for the guy to get the DVD's, I noticed a display of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring DVD's and video's. As far as I was aware, they weren't supposed to be available until tomorrow (August 6th). I asked the guy, and he said that it was set up when he got there for his shift. He said they probably shouldn't be available yet, but the suppliers know that if they arrive early, they'll set them up early.

Whatever.

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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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