It reads like a fairytale
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and that¡¯s what it was
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Young man in his prime
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young girl from the cross
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The most perfect of strangers
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and then the night closed in
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and the holy ground took care of everything
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Now she was a fine one
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and he was a handsome man
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One look was enough
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and away they ran
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They spend many happy hours
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and then the night closed in
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and the holy ground took care of everything
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Oh what¡¯s the use in complaining
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In for a penny in for a pound
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I remember the loving time
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and nothing else really counts
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And I recall the promise they made
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With a faith I can but admire
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That she¡¯d be the one he adored
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and he¡¯d be her hearts desire
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It didn¡¯t come true in the end
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they went their separate ways
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He couldn¡¯t change what he was
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she wasn¡¯t ready to wait
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They couldn¡¯t live in the daylight
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they let the night close in
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and the holy ground took care of everything
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I remember the loving time
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and nothing else really counts
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The Loving Time
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| Mary Black |
