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Sunrise shimmers the city walls with yellow light |
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Sunrise feeling with golden fingers, the edges of the night |
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There's a hush in the air, in his silver hair |
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King Solomon is my father |
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Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun |
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I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand |
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The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land |
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I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea |
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I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me |
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Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun |
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My lover's hands are whiter than the wings of a dove |
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His hair is softest fire that fall in heavenly love |
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His smile is a blue birds cry on a midsummer's morn |
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His kiss is the touch of the sun before the earth's new dawn. |
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Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun |
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My lover used to bring me stars he found in the sand |
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I would lay the singing skies inside his tiny hand |
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Tonight the moon is dripping on the coloured river we knew |
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O take me where he lies cryin' in the mornin' dew |
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Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun |
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I watch the boats go by as evening colours the sand |
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The rain is bringing tears from my lovers land |
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I watch the silver stars melt in love with the sea |
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I cry to the wind bring back my lover to me |
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Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah's sending children of the sun |
