| 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 |