| Blow… tropic wind…
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| Sing a song… through the trees.
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| Trees… sigh to me…
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| Soon my love… i will see.
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| Poinciana,
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| Your branches speak to me of love.
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| Pale moon is casting shadows from above.
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| Poinciana,
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| Somehow I feel the jungle beat
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| Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage
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| Beat.
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| Love is everywhere, it’s magic perfume fills the air.
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| To and fro, you sway, my heart’s in time,
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| I’ve learned to care.
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| Poinciana,
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| Though skies may turn from blue to gray,
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| My love will live for ever and a day.
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| Blow… tropic wind,
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| Sing a song through the trees.
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| Trees… sigh to me Soon my love… I will see.
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| Poinciana… |