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Beside the pool of clear water, |
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fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed, |
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but in your body language |
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angels sing. |
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I swear on the Bible, |
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swear on the sacred and profane |
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I think I'm drowning in the vortex |
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your eyes contain. |
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Your secret face, |
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show me your secret face. |
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With stars and moon light for shelter, |
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your breathing close in my ear, |
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the wind is whispering a mystery |
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for me to hear: |
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your secret name. |
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Tell me your secret name, |
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oasis in a desert world, |
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tell me your secret name. |
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Let me drink from the well of secrets, |
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pluck the fruit from the tree |
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and feel your secret world envelop me. |
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Your secret face, |
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show me your secret face. |
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Show me your secret face, |
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naked as the sun, |
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silent as the stars, |
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secret oasis in a desert world. |
