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Hot sand is all me
singeing my skin, my face
I'm longing for water
morgana in the haze

I the strong irons made of steel
and seven years
chains strangle my neck
Sore are the whip's hot, bloody seals
every and day
they to burn on my back

nights
nightmares of heat and and fright
I see the
the end of the
Arabian
stars of the desert on me
I the light
the time's right to break the and flee

Three thousand miles of
ten thousand all in a row
my are dim with fever
my force is running low

I that they'll never let me go
I up my mind
to get away, to a flight
Cruel whip, tonight I will flee grip
be off before
daylight displaces the

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