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Sep. 5th, 2002

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<center> <text="#F8F9C8" link="#AAAFFF" vlink="#E42866" alink="#008800" leftmargin="5"> <a href="http://www.umich.edu/~rorder/animaniquiz.html">Which Animaniacs Character are You?</a><br>"You are inquisitive to the point of getting trampled, run over, and blinded, on a daily basis. "<br> "Why.....?"<br> "It could be due to your scientific nature. You long to learn how things work."<br> "Why.....?"<br> "Because you really like to know things, but are prone to getting hurt."<br> "Why.....?"<br> "Because, if it wasn't for others generally taking the fall for you, you might well be dead by now! Remember, curiosity is great, but it also killed the cat. Well, in this case, the dog, Buttons, would probably be more appropriate."<br> "Okay, lady, I love you, bu-bye!"<br> <img src="http://www.umich.edu/~rorder/mindy.gif" border=0> <h6> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rinnaldo"><br>Click here to see my Livejournal.</a></h6> </center>

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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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