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When walking in white sand, along the heavenly clouds
everything you'll ever hear will never be too loud
up on the white sand, there is never woe
only the sky the clouds and fresh air, none that you don't know
look down and see the earth, look up and see the moon
no matter where your cloud is, you'll always hear the tune
the tune of light and dark and hope and fear and life and death
when walking in white sand, along the heavenly clouds
everything you'll ever hear will never be too loud.
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