| There you may stand in your splendour and jewels
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| Swaying me in both directions.
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| One is the right one, the other for fools,
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| How do I make my selection?
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| The city lies silent in the warm morning light,
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| The sand is as golden as saffron.
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| Oasis of love, sweet water of life,
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| God bless the poor ones who have none though they have tried.
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| Someone is drowning down there in the flood
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| But this river will dry by tomorrow.
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| Is it ocean or stream, this love in my blood,
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| Bringer of joy or of sorrow?
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| The end of the journey must soon be in sight,
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| Birth is the start of the swansong.
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| Oasis of love, sweet water of life,
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| God bless the poor ones who want some but are denied.
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| No one is given the map to their dreams,
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| All we can do is to trace it.
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| See where we go to,
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| Know where we’ve been,
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| Build up the courage to face it While we fumble in the darkness where once there was light
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| Roaming the land of the ancients.
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| Oasis of love, sweet water of life,
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| God bless the poor ones whose patience never died.
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| While we stumble in blindness where once there was sight
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| Searching for trees in the forest.
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| Oasis of love, sweet water of life,
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| God bless the poor ones, so helpless they have cried.
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| God bless the poor ones who have none though they have tried.
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| God bless the poor ones who want some but are denied.
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| God bless the poor ones whose patience never died.
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| God bless the poor ones on that one way donkey ride. |