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There it is, An Olives tree,
Standing with vanity.
Underneath she rests,
Belle,
Mellowed to the tender light.
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bottom of page
There it is, An Olives tree,
Standing with vanity.
Underneath she rests,
Belle,
Mellowed to the tender light.
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