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Valencia, in my dreams it always seems |
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I hear you softly call to me |
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Valencia, where the orange trees forever |
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Send the breeze beside the sea |
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Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms |
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Beneath the blossoms high above |
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You love me, in Valencia long ago |
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We found our paradise of love |
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In a magic dream of memory I see you again |
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In that old town far away beneath the skies of Spain |
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That city of plenty romances, so shy were your glances |
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And swiftly the sunshine that dances through the orange broad |
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Valencia, in my dreams it always seems |
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I hear you softly call to me |
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Valencia, where the orange trees forever |
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Send the breeze beside the sea |
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Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms |
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Beneath the blossoms high above |
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You love me, in Valencia long ago |
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We found our paradise of love |
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Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms |
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Beneath the blossoms high above |
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You love me, in Valencia long ago |
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We found our paradise of love |
