I see white ladies in the sky
And a bright young man called sun
Laughing, flirting, having fun,
Shining down on everyone.
I see white ladies in the sky
And beneath them, puffy foam
That dances lightly on the sand
Where pretty children roam
I see white ladies in the sky
And dream of flying high
And going up to meet them
But soon saying good-bye.
And a bright young man called sun
Laughing, flirting, having fun,
Shining down on everyone.
I see white ladies in the sky
And beneath them, puffy foam
That dances lightly on the sand
Where pretty children roam
I see white ladies in the sky
And dream of flying high
And going up to meet them
But soon saying good-bye.

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