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Lucette
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Black Is the Color
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes I wish that day would soon come When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never sleep Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I write him letters just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love the ground whereon he stands I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands
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