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Samba Parade | ||
| Beauty, color fill the place. Sadness hasn't left a trace. Smiling faces sing a tune, 'Neath the winking tropic moon. 'Tis the sambas on parade, Greatest show God ever made. Thousands dress in costumes bright, Ready all to spend the night. Viewers love to tap their feet To the captivating beat. There is much to hear and see In the frenzied gaiety. | ||
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