DESERT WINDS ARE BLOWING THROUGH THIS

HEART OF MINE SOMETIMES THE WIND SINGS TO ME. HOW LONG WILL IT LAST? DRESSED IN A GOLDEN

A SAD SONG BOUT THE PAST

I SEE YOU SITTING ON A SIVER MARE ROBE ONLY.

I HEAR YOU SINGING NOW . FOR ME

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