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kunoichi_chan
Jul. 12th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC)
Aww, pretty!
polrua
Jul. 12th, 2006 07:04 am (UTC)
Damn, that song's been going for a long time!
Is that the super-extended remix?

This is what you want, this is what you get / this is what you want, this is what you get / this is what you want, this is what you get...

:p
halloranelder
Jul. 12th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
Oops...

*hits play*

Bloody pause button...
fire_wuff
Jul. 12th, 2006 08:46 am (UTC)
I want to caputer the animation of it growing... cool icon potential
aeduna
Jul. 12th, 2006 12:38 pm (UTC)
Wonder if i can *cough*borrow*cough* the algorithm for doing genealogy trees...
psuedonym777
Jul. 12th, 2006 01:26 pm (UTC)
How bizzare.....
politas
Jul. 13th, 2006 02:28 pm (UTC)
My LJ came up with pretty much the same kind of graph (surprise, surprise!)
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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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