Sand
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Young woman share your fire with me my heart is cold my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land wandering man they call me Sand
Oh sir my fire is very small it will not warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand hold me and I'll call thee Sand
Young woman share your fire with me...
At night when stars light up the sky oh sir I dream my fire is high
Oh taste these lips sir if you can wandering man I'll call Thee Sand
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Oh sir my fire is burning high if it should stop sir I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land wandering man she whispered Sand Sand
Young woman shared her fire with me now warms herself with memories
I was a stranger in her land wandering man she called me Sand
He was a stranger in my land wandering man she called me Sand
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