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Orangesdo not grow in the seaneither is there love in Sevilla.
You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot, loan me your parasol.
I'll wear my jealous reflection,juice of lemon and lime-and your words,your sinful little words-will swim around awhile.
Oranges do not grow in the sea,
Ay, love!
And there is no love in Sevilla!
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936), known as Federico García Lorca, was a Spanish poet, playwrigh
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