| Angry hands upon the wheel turn slow
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| Without a star the water turns to stone
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| Here I stand by lovely strategem
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| When love is gone I’ll invent again
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| Lady in Ashes, Forget her name
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| Her beauty was matchless, her nature untame
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| And by now her face is far below
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| Still beneath the desert rivers flow
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| Take the sand in empty hand and then
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| Blow away and bring her back again
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| And if you ask it, dear one plays again
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| Her beauty was matchless, her nature untame
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| Deathless hand in land where devils roam
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| who with a switchblade cut the head of hope
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| It’s time to exchange the evil, blow by blow
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| Without a star the water turns to stone
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| If time is our master, then I’m lost again
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| her beauty was matchless, her nature untame |