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Hot sand sticks to my lips, While the warm wind drives the clouds away To feel the sandstorm from within, in the rhythm of my heart Strength of love like grains of sand in the desert So endless, but always forgiving, without a match in this world Gather strength - passion - transcending color spirit Chorus Hold - Listen - Captivate, a warm embrace of violins Trumpets calling, all my angels are gathering Ah, to feel the sandstorm from within Sand pumps through my veins, I welcome you in To feel the world on it's knees, under my hesitant steps Listen to the gathering, in the rhythm of our hearts This eclectic collection, all this longing For the ancient crude ways of giving Of enchantment and of appearance, Listen to the just beating of our hearts. Chorus Hold - Listen - Captivate, a warm embrace of violins Trumpets calling, all my angels are gathering Ahhh, to feel the sandstorm from within Sand pumps through my veins, I welcome you in |
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