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This glancing life is like a morning star |
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A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea |
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A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm |
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A dancing dream of all eternity |
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The sand was shimmering in the morning light |
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And dancing off the dunes so far away |
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The night held music so sweet, so long |
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And there we lay until the break of day |
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We woke that morning at the onward call |
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Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full |
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The sun was rising in the eastern sky |
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Just as we set out to the desert's cry |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
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The tents grew smaller as we rode away |
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On earth that tells of many passing days |
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The months of peace and all the years of war |
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The lives of love and all the lives of fears |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
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We crossed the river beds all etched in stone |
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And up the mighty mountains ever known |
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Beyond the valleys in the searing heat |
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Until we reached the caravanserai |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
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What is this life that pulls me far away |
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What is that home where we cannot reside |
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What is that quest that pulls me onward |
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My heart is full when you are by my side |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
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Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you |
