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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 'round kaleidoscope of colors |
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I think that maybe I'm dreamin' |
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Maids pass gracefully in laughter |
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Wine colored flowers in their hair |
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Flags flow from lands I've never been to |
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I think that maybe I'm dreamin' |
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Suns flash on a soda of prism |
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Bright jewels on the ladies flashin' |
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Eyes catch on a shiny prism |
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Hear ye the cryin' of the vendors |
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Fruit for sale or wax candles for to burn |
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Fires flare, soon it will be nightfall |
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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 |
