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There she was in the isolated desert

In her home deep in the sand

She could barely hold on to the hope that she had

Waiting for the touch of his hand

In her dreams she could see everything

A fantasy that’s just begun

She could see them moving to the silent beat

Dancing to the rhythm of the sun

But she lives up there in the artic cold

Where the sun disappeared for days

All she could see was the clear blue water

And a white glacier parade

Life seemed to go so slow

That she thought it too much to bare

But despite all the strength she had gained

Her pain and fear kept her there

Still she dreamed of a moment in the desert night

With them glowing under the yellow moon

And hands sliding all over the place

And a hypnotic storm in bloom

Like a midnight party in a caravan

And a cold raining moonlight run

Moving to the sound of the silent beat

Dancing to the rhythm of the sun