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Blow...tropic wind... |
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Sing a song...through the trees. |
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Trees...sigh to me... |
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Soon my love...i will see. |
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Poinciana, |
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Your branches speak to me of love. |
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Pale moon is casting shadows from above. |
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Poinciana, |
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Somehow i feel the jungle beat |
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Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage |
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Beat. |
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Love is everywhere, its magic perfume fills the air. |
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To and fro, you sway, my heart's in time, |
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I've learned to care. |
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Poinciana, |
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Though skies may turn from blue to gray, |
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My love will live for ever and a day. |
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Blow....tropic wind, |
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Sing a song through the trees. |
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Trees...sigh to me |
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Soon my love... i will see. |
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Poinciana... |
