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“I thought of the dress that she wore last time When we stood 'neath the cypress-trees together In that lost land, in that soft clime In the crimson evening weather” — Robert Bulwer-Lytton
I thought of the dress
that she wore last time
When we stood 'neath
the cypress-trees together
In that lost land, in that soft clime
In the crimson evening weather