🎼Under the orange tree
her signing is heard
and in the grass the tree's fruit
forms a carpet
of pure gold.
She's a sun
and her song the sunrise
of a new day
to which I can't go back.
Asleep,
in my dreams she's still there,
she's there-
she's there-
she's there-
smiling
smiling, and laughing
and it hurts-- it hurts-
and hurts
and I don't want to wake again. 🎵
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