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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