Текст песни The Byrds - Renaissance Fair

fair: Fair
fair: the mouth . poet . woman lover
fair: something polite , decent
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming ...

I smell cinnamon and spices
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cinnamon: cinnamon
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I hear music everywhere
All around kaleidoscope of color
I think that maybe I'm dreaming ...

Maids pass gracefully in laughter
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maid: poet . girl
gracefully: gracefully
laughter: laughter
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Wine coloured flowers in their hair
Last call from lands I've never been to
I think that maybe I'm dreaming ...

Some flash on a soda of prism
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flash: flash, glitter
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Bright jewels on the ladies flashing
Eyes catch on a shiny prism

Hear ye the crying of the vendors
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ye: mouth . poet . you
vendor: trader selling goods hawking
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Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn
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wax: wax
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Fires flare soon it will be night fall
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flare: burn bright , uneven flame
fall: rarely . approximation offensive ( twilight , night, winter)
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I think that maybe I'm dreaming ...