| I want to tell you of a place that I recall
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| Where you’re drawn by the seduction
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| And the beauty of it all
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| You can step into another world
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| Of poetry and dreams
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| In a land of mystery
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| Images dance, translucent colours seem to shine
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| They’re a ghostly recollection
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| Of another space and time
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| I imagine I can hear their voices calling me
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| To the land of mystery
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| Where the Russian heart is strong
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| Like the beating of a drum
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| Where the magic lingers on
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| And the fight for thruth is won
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| Deep in the European soul
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| And love’s eternal flame was burning deep inside
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| It was the purest inspiration
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| That he never tried to hide
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| When you see the lovers floating
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| You can almost hear them sigh
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| As you watch them dancing
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| Up into the sky
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| The world’s realities are not to be denied
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| But must we keep destroying all our fantasies
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| It’s hard to look beyond when terror fills our eyes
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| We mustn’t give up trying to let our dreams survive
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| I touch the paintings with the fingers of my heart
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| Like a supernatural love affair that’s just about to start
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| But there’ll always be the hidden dreams I’ll never see
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| In the land of mystery |