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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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His face so soft and wonderous fair |
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The purest eyes and the strongest hands |
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I love the ground on where he stands |
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I love the ground on where he stands |
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Of my true love's hair |
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Of my true love's hair |
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Oh, I love my lover, and well he knows |
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Yes, I love the ground on where he goes |
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And still I hope that the time will come |
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When he and I will be as one |
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When he and I will be as one |
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When he and I will be as one |
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So black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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Of my true love's hair |
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Of my true love's hair |
