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zuò qǔ : Bloody Woods |
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zuò cí : Bloody Woods |
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Black Is The Color |
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hēi sè shì wǒ zhēn ài de fā sè |
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Black is the color of my true love' s hair |
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His her lips are like some roses fair |
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He' s she' s has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands |
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I love the ground, whereon he she stands |
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I love my love and well he she knows |
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I love the ground, whereon he she goes |
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I wish the day it soon would come |
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When he she I could be as one |
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Black is the color of my true love' s hair |
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His her lips are like some roses fair |
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He' s she' s has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands |
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I love the ground, whereon he she stands |
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I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep |
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For satisfied, I ne' er can be |
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I write his her a letter, just a few short lines |
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And suffer death, a thousand times |
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I wish the day it soon would come |
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When he she I could be as one |
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Black is the color of my true love' s hair... |
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hēi sè shì wǒ zhēn ài de fā sè, |
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tā tā de zuǐ chún rú méi guī bān de měi lì. |
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tā tā yǒu zhe tián měi dí wēi xiào hé wēn róu de jǔ zhǐ, |
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wǒ shēn ài zhe tā tā suǒ dào zhī chù |
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wǒ de ài a, wǒ xī wàng tā tā néng gòu zhī dào, |
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wǒ shēn ài zhe tā tā suǒ dào zhī chù. |
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wǒ xī wàng nà yì tiān zhōng huì dào lái, |
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tā tā hé wǒ zhōng néng jié hé. |
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hēi sè shì wǒ zhēn ài de fā sè, |
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tā tā de zuǐ chún rú méi guī bān de měi lì. |
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tā tā yǒu zhe tián měi dí wēi xiào hé wēn róu de jǔ zhǐ, |
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wǒ shēn ài zhe tā tā suǒ dào zhī chù |
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wǒ biàn de gǔ bǎn bìng zhōng rì yǔ āi chóu hé bēi shāng wèi bàn, |
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wǒ ài tā tā de xīn bù néng dé dào mǎn zú. |
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wǒ gěi tā tā xiě de qíng shū què zhǐ néng tǔ lù xīn zhōng de zhī yán piàn yǔ, |
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què jīng shòu zhe qiān wàn cì rú sǐ wáng bān de tòng kǔ. |
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wǒ xī wàng nà yì tiān kuài xiē dào lái, |
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tā tā hé wǒ zhōng néng jié hé, |
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hēi sè shì wǒ zhēn ài de fā sè |