| When lights are low my thoughts always go
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| To a far off land 'cross the sea
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| Amber moon and the sweet perfume
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| Of the mystic East call to me
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| In a Persian market place
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| Love and I came face to face
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| While the temple bells were ringing
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| Two hearts shared a sweet embrace
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| Like a dream she soon was gone
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| But her spell still lingers on
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| It was in a Persian market
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| I found love and lost my heart
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| Like a dream she soon was gone
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| But her spell still lingers on
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| It was in a Persian market
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| I found love and lost my heart
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| I found love and lost my heart |