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my luve is like a red red rose |
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that's newly sprung in june |
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my luve is like the melodie |
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that's sweetly played in tune |
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till a' the seas gang dry my dear |
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and rocks melt wi' the sun |
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and i will luve thee still my dear |
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while sands o' life shall run |
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as fair art thou my bonie lass |
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so deep in luve am i |
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and i will luve thee still my dear |
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till a' the seas gang dry |
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and fare thee weel my only luve |
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and fare thee weel awhile |
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and i will come again my luve |
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though it were ten thousand mile |
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till a' the seas gang dry my dear |
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and rocks melt wi' the sun |
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and i will luve thee still my dear |
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while sands o' life shall run |
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as fair art thou my bonie lass |
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so deep in luve am i |
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and i will luve thee still my dear |
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till a' the seas gang dry |
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till a' the seas gang dry my luve |
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till a' the seas gang dry |
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till a' the seas gang dry my luve |
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till a' the seas gang dry |
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my luve is like a red red rose |
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that's newly sprung in june |
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my luve is like the melodie |
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that's sweetly played in tune |
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till a' the seas gang dry my dear |
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and rocks melt wi' the sun |
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and i will luve thee still my dear |
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while sands o' life shall run |
