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Sandy is the seashore
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And Sandy is the sea
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Sandy is the clear blue sky
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Or so it seems to me
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Yes I see her everywhere
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In everything I see
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She can turn to anything
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That she would like to be
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Sandy is the summer's day
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She laughs inside the brook
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Sandy is and autumn moon
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She shines down when I look
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Sandy is a cozy fire
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On a snowy winter's night
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And Sandy is the soft spring rain
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In the early morning light
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Sandy is my mirror
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There are secrets in her eyes
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And every single morning
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She dawns a new disguise
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She has caught the mystery
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Of all that's wild and free
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Oh yes, I see the world in her
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For she means the world to me
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Sandy
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| Harry Chapin |
