| Who’s the lady dancer
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| Why is she all alone
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| and what would be her answer
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| if I ask to walk her home
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| dare I ask, to walk her home
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| Lost inside this space and time,
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| the lady of the sands
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| eyes that gaze into your mind,
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| she seems to understand and
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| if by chance I ever get,
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| to rest upon her shore
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| could I ever ask for more
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| dare I really ask for more
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| Than to be with you my friend
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| just to sing tonight and then
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| I will take the road and again
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| must I take the road again
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| Misty winds that kiss the grass,
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| they pass to touch your hair
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| high upon the snowy hills,
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| we take the cleaner air
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| stretching out a searching hand,
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| Into the evening sky
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| there I gazed into your eyes
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| dare I gaze into your eyes
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| just to be with you my friend
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| just to sing this song and then
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| I will take the road and again
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| must I take the road again
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| Now I find strange music plays,
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| within the dance of time
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| I close my eyes to find her face,
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| if only love were wine but
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| maybe in some other place,
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| and on that distant time
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| I will dare to say love’s mine
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| Will I ever say love’s mine |