False, false have you been to me my love
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How often have you changed your mind?
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But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
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I'm afraid you are no more mine
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But I would climb a tree that is too high for me
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Asking fruit where there weren't any growing
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I was lifting warm water from beneath the cold clay
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And against the stream I was rowing
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False, false have you been to me my love
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How often will you change your mind?
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But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
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I'm afraid you are no more mine
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Ah but I would climb a tree that is too high for me
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And I'll herry a white snowflake's nest
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And down I will fall without any fear
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To the arms that love me the best
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False, false have you been to me my love
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How often will you change your mind?
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But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one,
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I'm afraid you are no more mine
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False False
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| Cara Dillon |
