Fluttering brocades, golden and crimson,
swaying of braids, diadems and dreams,
Dancing joyfully all through the night,
Gems and silk and oriental spices
Round we dance
Round we dance
Gleaming of candles
Round we dance
Round we dance
The past is past
Through travelers' tales I travel too,
Tales of strange, distant worlds
Empires of jade, oriental horizons,
dark, black mysterious eyes.
Brave merchants through deserts and mountains,
miles and miles to reach this court
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