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Desert Dawn, rise up early, lift your song, |
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From the breath of life that rises from the glowing stone. |
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Feel the rock of ages smooth against your skin, |
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Smell the scent of flowers dancing on the wind, |
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DANCING ON THE WIND!!!! |
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Canyon siesta, resting shady by a pool |
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Dancing water sings a song beneath the cottonwood. |
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Baptized in the water, she'll run in the sand, |
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Dried upon the summer breeze touched by God's own hand, |
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BY GOD'S OWN HAND!!!! |
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Twilight turns, to the beating of the drum, |
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Standing flaming silhouettes before the setting sun. |
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When the nighttime comes you'll lay your blanket on the sand, |
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Reach up to the skies and touch the stars with your own hands. |
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WITH YOUR OWN HANDS!!! |
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Desert Dawn rise up early and lift your song, |
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From the breathe of life that rises from the glowing stone. |
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Feel the rock of ages smoothed against your skin, |
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Smell the scent of flowers dancing on the wind |
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DANCING ON THE WIND!!!! |