I smell cinnamon and spices I hear music everywhere All around kaleidoscope of colour I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Maids pass gracefully in laughter Wine colored flowers in their hair Flags call from lands I've never been to I think that maybe I'm dreaming
Sun flash on a soda 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 nightfall I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming I think that maybe I'm dreaming
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