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angie78
Oct. 6th, 2004 10:41 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I saw this the other day. :(
queer_ishmael
Oct. 7th, 2004 06:26 am (UTC)
I just want to cry because there is nothing I can do!!!
mareth_redorb
Oct. 7th, 2004 08:51 pm (UTC)
Whilst clubbing a baby seal to death for fun is high on my list of "if I see you doing it I'm going to break you", I found the idea of trophy hunters in the US killing elderly, chained up zoo animals to be the most obscene of the other holidays listed there.
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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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