Huzzah!

Sad words Eye only sees Bangladesh Where such Danced the same [?] Every part of youth Haven't [?] but solve But in mind [?]coast But I owe to dream of Marrakesh Oh I sense of all in all omens It sums in gold flake polished paint It aged [?] Of that colour we are a kind On an arrow a paying [?] time Oh I owe you dream of Marrakesh Oh I sense of all in [?] (Omens) It sums in gold flake [?] (Marrakesh) But aged will find [?] That would pass if life punished past [?] of thy name, like [?] [?] I've been [?] with most [?] Love is the award Love to make Love is the award Love to make Love is the award Love...