Oh, fare thee well, I must be gone
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And leave you for a while.
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If ever I go I will return
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If I go ten thousand miles.
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If I go
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If I go
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If I go ten thousand miles.
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Ten thousand miles it is so far
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To leave me here alone
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While I may lie lament and cry
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And you'll not hear my moan.
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And you
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No, you
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And you'll not hear my moan.
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The crow that is so black, my love,
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Will change its colour white.
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If I ever should prove false to thee
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The day will turn to night.
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Oh the day
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Yes, the day
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Oh the day will turn to night.
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The rivers never will run dry
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Or the rocks melt with the sun.
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I'll never prove false to the boy I love
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Till all these things be done.
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Till all
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Till all
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Till all these things be done.
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Fare Thee Well
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| Marianne Faithfull |
