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<< Paraiso Dos Cavalos >>
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--- Barclay James Harvest
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Met an old friend the other day
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Recognised from a different age
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Like a ghost in a photograph
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Distant memories of the past
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There was Nico and Limpopo
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Ipaminandas and young Nero
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All the old friends we've known so well
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With all the stories they'll never tell
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All it took was a photograph
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To bring the memories chasing back
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Of summer sunshine and cool green wine
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And all the good times we'd left behind
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We'd take the road down to Almansil
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If I had known then we'd be there still
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We left our hearts in the soft sea spray
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With every Quinta Do Lago day
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The wind in your hair
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The sun in your face
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The feeling of the power
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The beauty and grace
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Paraiso dos Cavalos
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Paraiso dos Cavalos
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Through our minds move the souls
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Of our bygone years
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As we ride through their ancient tears
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To a place to a time where
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We'd all be saved
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To gallop on in the breaking waves
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At Paraiso dos Cavalos
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Paraiso dos Cavalos
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Paraiso Dos Cavalos
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| Barclay James Harvest |
