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The water is wide and I can't cross over |
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Neither have I wings to fly |
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Build me a boat that can carry two |
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And both shall row my love and I |
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Oh love is gentle, love is kind |
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Gay as a jewel when first it's new |
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But love grows old and waxes cold |
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And fades away like morning dew |
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There is a ship and it sails on the sea |
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Loaded deep as deep can be |
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But not as deep as the love I'm in |
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I know not if I sink or swim |
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The water is wide and I can't cross over |
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Neither have I wings to fly |
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Build me a boat that can carry two |
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And both shall row my love and I |
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And both shall row my love and I |