Black is the colour of my true love's hair
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Her face so soft and wonderous fair
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The purest eyes and the strongest hands
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I love the ground on where she stands
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I love the ground on where, on where she stands
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Oh, I love my lover, and well she knows
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Yes, I love the ground on where she goes
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And still I hope that the time will come
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When she and I will be, will be as one
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When she and I will be, will be as one
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to be oh (?)
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So black is the colour of my true love's hair
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Her face so soft and wonderous fair
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The purest eyes and the strongest hands
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I love the ground on where she stands
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I love the ground on where, on where she stands
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I love the ground on where, on where she stands
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Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
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| The Twilight Singers |
