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Last one coming at the heel of the packHis tracks covered over as the wind blew back from hereDreams of the trickle that flow down inside herA cool cold water that will always deny her tearsCircles of silver, she sang in the bandShe was the firstborn, the first in the sanddancing 2xShe sang trust in the rain, trust in the spheresnever had wonder coming out of her ears thoughTurn crosses in the sand to forget it allShake a good love at the Tuareg DancehallShe feels a cold has come, even in the searing sunthe desert is open wide at nightHer brother seems to her, ??? (that Berber?)She holds the reigns; her horse’s mane is falling outshe hides her face and hopes for rain to fall in shroudsShe would’ve made it all the way to the dance hallwhere a star streaked (?) heaven (…)Tuck it down all night busy and wantingShe wears the ring, my sister sings a song of doubtLetras de cancionesshe loves him well, but cannot hear his loving mouthOh will the wind please whip a way back through the dunesdon’t want to lie in ruined bones and shifting tombsFirst one coming at the head of the packHis face mussed (?) overAnd his eyes are black with fearWild white water rushing … ?He was trying to find his ruby in the desert and eyes I (?)Needless to say he had said it beforeShe was the firstborn, the first on the floorDancing 2xShe do what she must do, and she do it wellI’ll do it for her, I’m your (?) baby can’t you tellThen I pitched up a horse and I climbed the wallFound her in the down(?) at the Tuareg DancehallOhHere she never knowsHer feet are sore before she goes from thereAnd when she’s sore, she always screamssteps more when she’s done at the danceTill she’s done at the danceTill she’s done at the dancedance hall when she’s done at the dance hall From Letras Mania