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