Under the Orange Tree
Summer winds blow strong,
carrying the scent of love
You and I beneath the orange tree,
the shaded heavens above
Remembering the citrus scent,
our stolen kisses like sweet Chablis
The shaded heavens above,
you and I beneath the orange tree
And such love will never pale,
nor that precious memory of
you and I beneath the orange tree,
the shaded heavens above
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