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I think that maybe I'm dreaming
I smell cinnamom and spices I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of color I think that maybe I'm dreamin
Maids pass gracefully in laughter wine colored floweres in their hair
Flags call from lands I've bever been to
I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Some splash on a soda prism bright jewels on the ladies flashin
Eyes catch on a shinny prism
Hear ye the cryin of the vendors fruit for sale wax candles for to
burn
Fires flare soon it will be might fall
I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming
1967 Tickson Music