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Garden of Exile Before the nightfall Before we surrender to sleep We have to remind ourselves Of what it is we're doing here Vast is the desert Lonely the dunes A crowded bus with myriads of people in different moods Bumping past an endless scenery A deserted desert village or what it appears to be On and on from dune to dune We'll get to nowhere fast we'll be there soon Yes on and on from place to place for no apparant reason to embrace Drinking tea from ornamented cups served by men in kaftans or djellabas by the Atlas' Music is played on every corner of the street the rhythm makes me dizzy in this unbearable heat Mercenary troops are marching by with their epaulettes and kepis determination in their eyes We're off to a plateau to see the full moon rise this garden of exile appears before our eyes We lay in the Moroccan sand doing things we know they have banned And underneath the sheltering sky you asked me the devastating 'why' The coldsweat's darkening your shirt your eyes have turned red And your panting is hard to endure A desert bug is digging in it lives in your blood And the dust is not much of a cure A desert rose in perpetual bloom A sun scorched remedy for gloom
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