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 Dost remember how we gather'd
 * Orange-blossoms 'neath the trees,

As they fell, like scented snowflakes,
 * In the balmy summer breeze?

Dost remember all those flow'r-beds
 * With their wild, wild finery,

Nought but colour, colour, colour,
 * Laughing 'neath the bright blue sky?

William Rodger Thomson.