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Arab Death
Lose my breath to the arab death
And hold paradise in my arms
Hold clenched fist tight through coal black night
To taste every one of her charms
My broken spirit, weak and frail
Gives way to something vile
Born of beauty, soft and pale
And the fury of the Nile
Unchaste and unburdened by the folly of man
She sleeps serene and deep
Unknown and untroubled when the folly began
My soul is her's to keep
I hold my breath the arab death
Her touch begins to burn
With scented skin and callous grin
She leaves yet I still yearn
