Lola
T Tom Billsborough
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Below the orange-tree
She washes cotton clothes.
Her eyes are green.
Her voice a violet hue.
Ah! Love below
The blossoming orange-tree.
The water sparkles
Flowing with the sun
In the olive tree
A sparrow is chirping.
Ah! Love below
The blossoming orange-tree.
Later as Lola
Has finished her soaping,
The young toreros come.
Ah! Love below
The blossoming orange tree.
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