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Young Cwoman share Byour fire with me. C
My heart is G#mcold, my soul is Cfree.
I am a Fstranger in your Gland.
A Fwandering Gman, call me Csand.
COh sir my Bfire is very Csmall.
It will not G#mwarm thy heart at Call.
But thee may Ftake me by the Ghand.
FHold me Gand I'll call theeC sand
At night when stars light up the sky.
Oh sir I dream my fire is high.
Oh taste these lips sir if you can.
Wandering man, I call thee sand.
Oh sir my fire is burning high.
If it should stop sir I would die.
A shooting star has crossed my land.
Wandering man.
by: José Duarte
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