| This glancing life is like a morning star
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| A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea
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| A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm
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| A dancing dream of all eternity
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| The sand was shimmering in the morning light
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| And dancing off the dunes so far away
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| The night held music so sweet, so long
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| And there we lay until the break of day
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| We woke that morning at the onward call
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| Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full
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| The sun was rising in the eastern sky
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| Just as we set out to the desert’s cry
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| Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you
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| The tents grew smaller as we rode away
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| On earth that tells of many passing days
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| The months of peace and all the years of war |