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O my Luve's like a red, red rose |
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That's newly sprung in June; |
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O my Luve's like the melodie |
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That's sweetly play'd in tune. |
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As fair art thou, my bonnie 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 dear, |
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And the rocks melt wi' the sun: |
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I will luve thee still, my dear, |
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While the sands o' life shall run. |
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And fare thee well, my only Luve |
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And fare thee well, a while! |
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And I will come again, my Luve, |
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Tho' it were ten thousand mile. |
