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Saturday Paseo: Adelina

do not grow in the sea
neither 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!

Poem by Federico García Lorca
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