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Renaissance Fair -- The Byrds lyrics

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

Sun's 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 night fall
I think that maybe I'm dreaming

I think that maybe I'm dreaming
I think that maybe I'm dreaming

I smell cinnamon and spices

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• • Track 2 on Voyage
  • 1 Eight Miles High -- The Byrds
  • 3 Everybody's Been Burned -- The Byrds

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