Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
write
would
letter
knows
ground
gentlest
never
whereon
roses
death
black
clyde
times
color
smile
hands
could
lines
stands
satisfied
short
mourn
thousand
sweetest
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