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Soon we made our way |
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To the place the people came to celebrate |
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Smile as I pass by |
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Raise their drinks, congratulate me, shake my hand |
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Far away I heard a violin playing |
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A woman in the distance gently swaying |
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The way that lady played |
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She conveyed her every feeling with her song |
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And my, how she filled the room |
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Sweet perfume could not possess |
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The air in quite this way |
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She danced about the people while she's playing |
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Everybody laughing, dancing, singing |
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The sound she made was simply mesmerizing |
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The look she gave, no less that crucifying |
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As the music played |
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Like a snake of fine silk and black smoke |
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She began my way |
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The closer she wandered near |
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I could hear the faint sound of rattles shaking |
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When her eyes met mine I recognized her |
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The woman from the painting... |
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Yes, she looked just like her |
