Desert candle in a tented space
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throwing softer shadows on a covered face.
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Sister, silent to the likes of me --
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Pay my respects to her propriety.
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Is this some crazy woman here,
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dancing behind her thin black veil?
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Am I misreading those mysterious eyes?
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Duet impossible to harmonize.
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I'm not inviting any stiff reaction.
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I'm not one for naming holy names.
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And I won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
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Though you might hate me just the same.
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Name of the Father ringing in her head --
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Thinking over what the prophet said.
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Words and tradition bind her in their spell.
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Don't drink the water from this holy well.
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I'm not inviting any fierce reaction
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and I'm not one for naming holy names.
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I won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
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Though you might hate me just the same.
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Desert candle in a tented space
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Softer shadows on a covered face.
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Sister, silent to the likes of me --
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I tip my hat to her propriety.
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I'm not inviting any fierce reaction
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and I'm not one for naming holy names.
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I won't peek behind those dangerous veils.
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Though you might hate me just the same.
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Dangerous Veils
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Jethro Tull |