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Black, black, black |
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is the color of my true love's hair |
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Her lips are like a rose so fair |
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And the prettiest face and the neatest hands. |
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I love the grass whereon she stands |
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She with the wondrous hair. |
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Black, black, black |
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is the color of my true love's hair |
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Her face is something truly rare. |
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Oh I do love my love and so well she knows |
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I love the ground whereon she goes. |
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She with the wondrous hair. |
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Black, black, black |
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is the color of my true love's hair |
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Alone, my life would be so bare. |
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I would sigh, I would weep, |
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I would never fall asleep |
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My love is 'way beyond compare |
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She with the wondrous hair. |
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Black, black, black |
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is the color of my true love's hair |