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Christmas is coming...

All right you people (and the few others that I'm not quite sure off) it's almost Christmas time (or Non-Demoninational Pagan Mid-Summer Festival if you like).

For once, I am actually going to use some of the Christmas cards I buy each year and never remember to use.

So, if you would like a Christmas card from me email me your real world address (and your real world name, if you think that is important) to andrew(at)hitpoint(dot)com(dot)au.

Those of you in places other than Australia had better get them to me quickly, as I have no idea when the Christmas mail cut-offs are, but I bet it's sooner rather than later.

That is all (for the moment).

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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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