Bedouin
Bedouin:
Desert hands,
Where does your music flow?
Bedouin:
Black robed girls,
Where do your sabers go?
Bedouin:
Dying breed,
Dancing for pennies they throw.
Bedouin:
Ancient delight,
I assure you, no one need know.
Bedouin:
Freedom in chains,
Over the sands you will blow.
Bedouin:
Echoing chant...
What do you say?
How would I know?
My Dear Sweet,
Bedouin.
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