I come from a land
A land far away
I live on the sea
I live in a bay
I live on the sea
But not on the water
Far away from it actually
And then even farther
My sea is made of sand
And we sail without boats
We sail without salt
Without having to float
To sail the Sand Sea
To crest the sand dunes
To lie out with a caravan
Under the moon
It's not for the weak
It's not for the frail
Most prefer the ocean
Where they get to see whales
I crest the tall waves
I sail the Sea of Sand
I sail it without a boat
With my caravan.
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