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Black,black, black is the color
of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
the finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass where on he goes
If he on earth no more I did see
My life will quickly fade away
I'll climb up the mountains
for to mourn and weep
For satisfied, I'll never sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
The winter is past & the leaves are green
The time is gone that we have seen
But still I long for the day to come
When you and I will be as one
Black, black, black is the color
of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Black, black, black is the color
of my true love's hair |
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