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Sweet the memory is to me / Of a land beyond the sea, / Where the waves and mountains meet, / Where, amid her mulberry-trees / Sits Amalfi in the heat, / Bathing ever her white feet / In the tideless summer seas.
In the middle of the town, / From its fountains in the hills, / Tumbling through the narrow gorge, / The Canneto rushes down, / Turns the great wheels of the mills, / Lifts the hammers of the forge.