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Black is the color of my true love's hair |
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His face so soft and wondrous fair |
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The purest eyes |
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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 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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Oh I love my lover |
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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 |
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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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So black is the color of my true love's hair |
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Black is the color of my true love's hair |
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Black is the color of my true love's hair |
