| Sand, the ocean breezes blow. |
| Red in the sun, red so long ago
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| Torn by the waves, blown by the wind
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| Gone like the tide, until we meet again, again, again
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| We are a dream, a vision, a story yet to be told
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| We are a theme, love was the writer, red long ago
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| You were the sea and I was the river, flowing to you
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| Hoping that you might still remember, red long ago
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| You were my wings for I was, just learning to fly
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| Red was the sky, love was the reason we went too high
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| We shared the joy now but, we feel the pain
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| Love was the valley we lost our way in, red long ago
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| Sand, the ocean breezes blow. |
| Red in the sun, red so long ago
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| Memories of silver, heartaches of gold
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| These are the treasures of red long ago, long ago, long ago
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| Ooooo, you were the sea and I was the river, flowing to you
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| Knowing that you might still remember, red long ago |