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I think that maybe I'm dreaming
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I smell cinnamom and spices, I hear music everywhere
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All around kaleidoscope of color I think that maybe I'm dreamin'

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Maids pass gracefully in laughter wine colored flowers in their hair
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Flags call from lands I've never been to
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming

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Some splash on a soda prism 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 fruit for sale 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, I think that maybe I'm dreaming