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Elane
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Black Is the Colour
Black ist the colour of my true love's hair his face is like some roses fair he has the sweetest face and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he know I love the ground whereon he goes I wish the day it soon would come when he and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com for satisfied I ne'er can be I write him a letter, just a few short lines and suffer death a thousand times
I love my love and well he know I love the ground whereon he goes he's got the stweetest face, the neatest hands I love the ground whereone he stands
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