Do you know the country where lemons grow?
Where through dark-green leaves golden oranges glow?
Where gentle breezes come from a clear sky
And the myrtle is still and the laurel grows high?
Do you know it, then? It is there, there
I would go, my beloved, with you.
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[Johann Wolfgang von Goethe]
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