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SOUVENIR FROM THE DESERT

There’s a story without a name.
About a souvenir from the desert.
It opened up the hearts again,
and every listener got affected…
By the story from the desert.

Told by kings and wanderers,
the story travelled all around the world.
It caused a flock of curious,
on a flight to the legend of the sand.

Met by a genial welcome,
in the land of the hidden promises.
The treasure of emotions,
when touched by the people’s friendliness.
I hope that you are with me,
when we’re going everywhere,
to enjoy this souvenir from the desert.

So everyone involved, friend or enemy.
They took the seeds of tolerance home.
But the coloured blossom of prosperity,
alas, neglected and got overgrown.

Met by a genial welcome,
in the land of the hidden promises.
The treasure of emotions,
when touched by the people’s friendliness.
I hope that you are with me,
when we’re going everywhere,
to enjoy this souvenir from the desert.

Then the rulers of the world,
saw chances for the universe.
And the story from the desert, as a pawn
in a game of chess.
The hunger for power,
destruction as a dessert.
Misery is served by a waiter
with a golden lie.

The roots of civilization had no chance to reach the well,
but oases of affection survived the heat of hell.
I hope that you are with me,
when we’re traveling everywhere,
to enjoy the souvenir from the desert.

Tonny de Rouw
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