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I want to tell you of a place that I recall |
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Where you're drawn by the seduction |
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And the beauty of it all |
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You can step into another world |
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Of poetry and dreams |
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In a land of mystery |
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Images dance, translucent colours seem to shine |
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They're a ghostly recollection |
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Of another space and time |
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I imagine I can hear their voices calling me |
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To the land of mystery |
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Where the Russian heart is strong |
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Like the beating of a drum |
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Where the magic lingers on |
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And the fight for thruth is won |
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Deep in the European soul |
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And love's eternal flame was burning deep inside |
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It was the purest inspiration |
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That he never tried to hide |
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When you see the lovers floating |
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You can almost hear them sigh |
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As you watch them dancing |
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Up into the sky |
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The world's realities are not to be denied |
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But must we keep destroying all our fantasies |
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It's hard to look beyond when terror fills our eyes |
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We mustn't give up trying to let our dreams survive |
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I touch the paintings with the fingers of my heart |
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Like a supernatural love affair that's just about to start |
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But there'll always be the hidden dreams I'll never see |
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In the land of mystery |