| Desert candle in a tented space
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| Throwing softer shadows on a covered face
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| Sister, silent to the likes of me --
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| Pay my respects to her propriety
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| Is this some crazy woman here
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| Dancing behind her thin black veil?
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| Am I misreading those mysterious eyes?
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| Duet impossible to harmonize
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| I’m not inviting any stiff reaction
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| I’m not one for naming holy names
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| And I won’t peek behind those dangerous veils
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| Though you might hate me just the same
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| Name of the Father ringing in her head --
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| Thinking over what the prophet said
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| Words and tradition bind her in their spell
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| Don’t drink the water from this holy well
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| I’m not inviting any fierce reaction
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| And I’m not one for naming holy names
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| I won’t peek behind those dangerous veils
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| Though you might hate me just the same
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| Desert candle in a tented space
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| Softer shadows on a covered face
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| Sister, silent to the likes of me --
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| I tip my hat to her propriety
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| I’m not inviting any fierce reaction
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| And I’m not one for naming holy names
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| I won’t peek behind those dangerous veils
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| Though you might hate me just the same |