Sand

Young woman, share your fire with me My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land A wandered man, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is very small It won't 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 My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land Wandered man, call me sand At night when stars light up my sky Oh sir, I dream my fire is high Oh taste these lips sir if you can Wandered man, I'll call thee sand Oh sir, my fire is burning high If it would stop sir, I would die The shooting star has crossed my land Wandered man, (she whispered Sand) Young woman shared her fire with me Now warms herself with memories I was a stranger in her land A wandered man, she called me sand He was a stranger in my land A wandered man I called him sand

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