| An echo blowing among the desert,
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| Forgotten prayers buried alive
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| In the burning sand
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| Arabian memories
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| Of her scent, in the wind
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| Her ebony hair so long and tousled,
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| Alabaster skin, so pure and cold
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| Carved by the hands of sin
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| Her crimson lips
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| The black Madonna
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| Kissed by the son of the father
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| Beloved more than sons of his faith
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| Moving her body in the sand
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| She is the sinner, salom?
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| The seven devils dance with her
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| With the dance of the seven veils.
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| She is the one who knows all
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| Black Madonna, salom?
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| With the dance of the seven veils
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| Black Madonna, salom?
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| She is the blood, she is the grail.
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| Black Madonna, Magdalene.
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| With the dance of the seven veils
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| Black Madonna, salom?
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| She was crying, sweeping his feet
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| Drying the drops of innocent tears
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| With black hair, over and over
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| She gasped with pleasure, in the sand
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| Like a poisonous snake
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| The queen of mystery
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| Her voice is lost in the desert
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| The black Madonna |