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Do you remember the evening,
as the sea was turbulent
                             In the dogrose sang the nightingale
                  The sweet-scented branches of the acacia
               swayed on your hat...
Dense grapevines grew rank
   between the stones
      The road was so narrow
               Silently, above the sea
                         we rode side by side
                              Your hand lay in mine!
                        Silently, above the sea
                  we rode side by side
        Your hand lay in mine!
Do you remember the roar
   of the rain-swollen stream
       and foam, and spatter all round?
                               And to us our sorrows
                             seemed far away
             O, how we forgot them!