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The stars only dream of the nite as it roars Lost in the seas of the mind she is born in And the scorpion's kiss is her wish as it blows Lost in the seas of your mind as you drift In the cool waves, falling on blue flames (choir) In the cool waves, falling on blue flames On a path to her left shine the rays of the sun Bathed in a dawn made of gold she will come In her arm grows a child from a vine of a rose Lost in the weeds of your mind as you drift |
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