And in the rose-coloured evening,
They sway in the sand,
Dreaming of days to come
When they're not so poor
And not so cold
And not so stricken.
In the sand,
They embrace,
Holding warmth
And love
And tenderness between them.
And they feel
A little richer,
A little warmer,
A little less stricken.
They've a long way to go,
But they feel loved,
In the sand,
In the rose-coloured evening.
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