Seest Thou Yon Smiling Orange? Upon The Tree Still Hangs It; Already March Bath Vanish'D, And New-Born Flow'Rs Are Shooting. I Draw Nigh To The Tree Then, And There I Say: Oh Orange, Thou Ripe And Juicy Orange, Thou Sweet And Luscious Orange, I Shake The Tree, I Shake It, Oh Fall Into My Lap!
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