I will open the doors of Olympus to you
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And at the court of Venus you will be
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With silk and veils you will have to cover yourself
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You will smell of oriental almonds
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You will touch pearls and rubies that
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They will be flowers in your hands
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And you will play golden harps
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With those notes you will enchant me
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High in the sky, high in the sky, high high in the sky
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Will you dance will you dance will you dance (will you dance)
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And the cups of Bacchus you will empty (you will empty)
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You will dream and you will dream
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And the stars from the sky you will steal
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Will you dance will you dance will you dance (will you dance)
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And the cups of Bacchus you will empty (you will empty)
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You will dream and you will dream
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And the stars from the sky you will steal
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High in the sky, high in the sky, high high in the sky
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Mercury the messages you will bring
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And the spear of Mars you will find
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You will have to trust giants
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You will have to look at yourself at Circe grim
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And the dance of the seven veils above the waves you will invent
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And the dance of the seven veils above the waves you will invent
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High in the sky, high in the sky, high high in the sky
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Will you dance will you dance will you dance (will you dance)
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And the cups of Bacchus you will empty (you will empty)
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You will dream and you will dream
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And the stars from the sky you will steal
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Will you dance will you dance will you dance (will you dance)
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And the cups of Bacchus you will empty (you will empty)
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You will dream and you will dream
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And the stars from the sky you will steal
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And you will return to the court of Venus Ciprea
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High in the sky, high in the sky, high high in the sky
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High in the sky, high in the sky, high high in the sky |