FAME
Reading edition
I lay on the edge of desert sands, And watched It dance; Mirage was painted before my eyes, With brush of chance. I followed the track of the Phantom Down to the sea, And found that only a chill, spent wind Had called to me.
Reading edition
I lay on the edge of desert sands, And watched It dance; Mirage was painted before my eyes, With brush of chance. I followed the track of the Phantom Down to the sea, And found that only a chill, spent wind Had called to me.