| Valencia, in my dreams it always seems
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| I hear you softly call to me
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| Valencia, where the orange trees forever
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| Send the breeze beside the sea
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| Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms
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| Beneath the blossoms high above
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| You love me, in Valencia long ago
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| We found our paradise of love
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| In a magic dream of memory I see you again
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| In that old town far away beneath the skies of Spain
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| That city of plenty romances, so shy were your glances
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| And swiftly the sunshine that dances through the orange broad
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| Valencia, in my dreams it always seems
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| I hear you softly call to me
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| Valencia, where the orange trees forever
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| Send the breeze beside the sea
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| Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms
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| Beneath the blossoms high above
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| You love me, in Valencia long ago
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| We found our paradise of love
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| Valencia, in my arms I hold your charms
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| Beneath the blossoms high above
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| You love me, in Valencia long ago
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| We found our paradise of love |