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Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams |
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So far away so long ago it seems |
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The memory comes of a distant beach |
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Pale sand stretching far from reach |
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It was then I found my princess of the sand. |
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As I traced the foam, pebbles beneath my feet |
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I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet |
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She came to me and I saw in her eyes |
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The heavy toll of a thousand sighs |
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I called her my princess of the sand. |
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She stared at me and my mind was in a maze |
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As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze |
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She moved her mouth but there came no sound |
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The message she brought can never be found |
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But I called her my princess in the sand. |
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One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face |
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Then I looked, she'd gone. of her presence there was no trace |
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Where she went or came from who can know |
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Or if she'll ever return to help me know |
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Who she is, my princess of the sand. |
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Sometime when the summer nights come back |
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I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track |
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I'll look around, and I'll hope to find |
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That strange young dream, close behind |
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I'll call her my princess of the sand. |
