Knowest thou where the lemon blossom grows,
In foliage dark the orange golden grows,
A gentle breeze blows from the azure sky,
Still stands the myrtle and the laurel high?
Dost know it well? ‘Tis there!’ ‘Tis there!’
Would i with thee, oh my beloved, fair!
i would love you too if i knew who you were.
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