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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
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I smell cinnamon and spices |
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I hear music everywhere |
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All around kaleidoscope of color |
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
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Maids pass gracefully in laughter |
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Wine coloured flowers in their hair |
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Last call from lands I've never been to |
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
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Sun's flash on a soda prism |
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Bright jewels on the ladies flashing |
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Eyes catch on a shiny prism |
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Hear ye the crying of the vendors |
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Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn |
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Fires flare soon it will be night fall |
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming |
