The water is wide and I can't cross over
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Neither have I wings that I could fly
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Build me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row my love and I.
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There is a ship and it sails on the sea
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Loaded deep as deep can be
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But not as deep as the love I'm in
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I know not if I sink or swim.
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I leaned my back up against an oak
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Thinkin' it was a trusty tree
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But first it bent and then it broke
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Just like my own false love to me.
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Oh love is gentle, love is kind
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Gay as a jewel when first it's new
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But love grows old and waxes cold
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And fades away like some morning dew.
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The water is wide and I can't cross over
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Neither have I wings to fly
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Build me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row my love and I.
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The Water Is Wide
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| Bob Dylan |
