Little spinning desert sprite
Dancing in the drying heat
That takes my moisture, steals my life
Laughing at my stumbling steps
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
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Little whirling desert mite
Draws my soul and guides my feet
Pain of thirst cuts like a knife
Murmuring of wind and sand
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
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I follow, through sun’s blazing light
That covers like a winding sheet
My desiccated body, rife
With pain, and hear Death’s wretched voice
Calling, Follow! Follow me!
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I follow, ’til the blessed night
Of cool and darkness, all complete,
Brings end to struggle, pain and strife
And whirlwind too. Now only Death
Is calling, Follow! Follow me!