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I met him in Segovia where the birds sing out of keyAnd the clock in the pavillion is always half past threeThe drunkard and the barber trading stories for a shaveWhile the dancer from Sevilla is twirling in her graveHow could I fallSo far, so freeI'm only humanYou are a dreamHow could I fallSo far from the truthI'll keep on dreamingTill I wake up to youI met him the courtyard where the gamblers place their betsAnd the cemetery whispers a round of old regrets The moon was just a sliver of butterscotch and goldShining on the city, centuries oldHow could I fallSo far, so freeI'm only humanYou are a dreamHow could I fallSo far from the truthI'll keep on dreamingTill I wake up to you From Letras Mania