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I now remember what I'm doing the weekend of 7, 8, 9 September.

The orchestra that mareth_redorb is part of is performing a concert of Carmina Burana on the Sunday. Really looking forward to it.

I can't believe that I forgot about it. Sorry Mik.

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mareth_redorb
Jul. 26th, 2007 11:54 am (UTC)
No worries. I'm currently jumping up and down at my publicity officers to get a flyer ready and sent out within the next week.
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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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

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