| The moonlight warms the silver sand
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| A seabird sails across a cove
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| The water’s crystal in your hand
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| The air is cinnamon and clove
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| The tempo’s easy as you please
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| From ev’ry lemon yellow morning
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| Through velvet ev’ning
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| With breezes singing
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| The air is cinnamon and clove
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| The air is cinnamon and clove
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| Seductive cinnamon and clove
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| So come to my arms
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| I long for your kiss
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| The taste of the sea
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| Salty sweet upon your lips
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| There’s love to be made
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| On nights such as this
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| And time is but sand
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| Sifting through our fingertips
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| The moon is like a tangerine
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| Adrift upon a sea of lights
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| A world where nothing comes between
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| These salty days and sultry nights |