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Black is the colour of my true love's hair |
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His face is soft and wondrous fair |
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He has the purest eyes and the gentlest hands |
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I love the ground whereon he stands |
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I love the ground whereon he stands |
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Black is the color 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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I love my lover and well he knows |
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I love the ground whereon 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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Black is the color 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 |
