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O, how I crave the orange from the grove
The sour juice that lies bitter on my tongue
I cannot bear the tension as I dove
Each bite into a slice I set eyes among
The smell is sweeter than the essence's taste
For the bitterness nibbles my chapped lips
Its sweet flavor nourishes buds of taste
As I wipe away this juice that drips
O, how I miss the orange tree,
And how it gave me this,
Baskets full of oranges and orange seeds,
Yes, this is what I'll miss
Goodbye, orange grove, I'll be gone awhile
Don't forget, orange grove, what made me smile.
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