Arabian Beauty
Behind her veil she is a queen
Covering her beauty
For she knows
That beauty isn’t precious
If it is easily obtained
Her black eyes gleaming in the twilight
The wind dancing through her silky hair
The desert is her paradise
Her hands embroidered with henna
Her enchanting voice echoing in the dunes
And in the sky is the moon
And yet beware of her craft
For every rose has a thorn
Covering her beauty
For she knows
That beauty isn’t precious
If it is easily obtained
Her black eyes gleaming in the twilight
The wind dancing through her silky hair
The desert is her paradise
Her hands embroidered with henna
Her enchanting voice echoing in the dunes
And in the sky is the moon
And yet beware of her craft
For every rose has a thorn
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