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