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The jewel, the prize
looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Myriad lights-they said I'd be impressed Arabian Knights-at your primitive best
A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker
it's wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives