(by G. Slick)
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In your arms, in your eyes
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I can see the Paris lights
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And the warm Italian nights
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Seems like summertime just flies
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Through so many skies we've flown
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So many lands we've come to know
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And we watch our love just grow
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Till the winter brings us home
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No time gives us reasons for why it just goes by
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And no man can stop the seasons
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But so many men will try
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We will travel thes ancient lands
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And our minds will learn to fly
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We will hear all the music of man
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Learn to love before we die
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In these lands ruled by kings
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The enchanted princess sings
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And all the fairy tales she knew
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The seet lies we thought were true
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But the castles on the Rhein
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Never seem to mind the time
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That will take them slowly back
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Into history's memorized lines
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Wooden shoes and tulips in Holland
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English guards with medieval swords
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Conquistadors and Spanish galleons
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Vikings sailing the mountain fjords
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We will travel these ancient lands
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And our minds will learn to fly
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We will hear all the music of man
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Learn to love before we die
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In your arms, in your eyes
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I can see the Paris lights
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And the warm Italian nights
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Seems like summertime just flies
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Common Market Madrigal
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| Jefferson Airplane |
