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Male: |
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Young woman share your fire with me. |
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My heart is cold, my soul is free. |
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I am a stranger in your land. |
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A wandering man, call me sand. |
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Female: |
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Oh sir my fire is very small. |
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It will not warm thy heart at all. |
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But thee may take me by the hand. |
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Hold me and I'll call thee sand |
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Male: |
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Young woman share your fire with me. |
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My heart is cold, my soul is free. |
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I am a stranger in your land. |
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A wandering man, call me sand. |
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Female: |
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At night when stars light up the sky. |
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Oh sir I dream my fire is high. |
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Oh taste these lips sir if you can. |
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Wandering man, I call thee sand. |
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Female: |
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Oh sir my fire is burning high. |
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If it should stop sir I would die. |
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A shooting star has crossed my land. |
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Wandering man. |
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Male |
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She whispered sand. |
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Female: |
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(Whispers) Sand. |
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Male: |
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Young woman shared her fire with me. |
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Now warms herself with memory. |
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I was a stranger in her land. |
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A wandering man, she called me sand. |
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Female: |
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He was a stranger in my land. |
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A wandering man. |
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Male: |
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She called me sand |
