| Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
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| Who has taken you far from my land
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| Who has said that my sayings were wrong
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| And who will say that I stayed much too long?
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| Clothes of sand have covered yor face
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| Given you meaning but taken my place
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| So make your way on down to the sea
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| Something has taken you so far from me.
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| Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
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| To see the earth through painted eyes
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| To look through panes of shaded glass
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| See the stains of winter’s grass.
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| Can you now return to from where you came
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| Try to burn your changing name
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| Or with silver spoons and coloured light
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| Will you worship moons in winter’s night.
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| Clothes of sand have covered your face
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| Given you meaning but taken my place
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| So make your way on down to the sea |