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Who is this who rides with the dawn |
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Bright as sun, fair as moon, you are |
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He sweeps me away, rise up my darling one |
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Come away with me |
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He brought me to his table |
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And poured me finest wine |
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Now I am my beloved's |
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And my beloved is mine |
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And oh all his manners over me are love |
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And oh all his manners over me are love |
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Who is this who beckons me to love |
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I am weak with love |
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He wears a crown |
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A gift on his wedding day |
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I am weak with love |
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He brought me to his table |
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And poured me finest wine |
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Now I am my beloved's |
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And my beloved is mine |
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And oh all his manners over me are love |
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And oh all his manners over me are love |