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If I knew where the wild dove flew |
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I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you |
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Though they say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all |
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You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall |
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If I knew where calypso bloomed, |
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I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you |
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For you would not take the flower, for money or for love |
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Or harm a single petal, 'cause you would not shoot the dove |
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If I knew where our green love grew |
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I would not tell the others, but I would tell you |
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For 'though the world may call you craven, I know it is not true |
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And 'though a sword may hang between us, my songs are all for you |
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