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Kokia - Black is the colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose as fair
And the sweetest smile, the gentlest hands
I love the groundwhereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day soon would come
When she and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
I write a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose as fair
And the sweetest smile, the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Kokia - Black is the colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose as fair
And the sweetest smile, the gentlest hands
I love the groundwhereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day soon would come
When she and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
I write a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose as fair
And the sweetest smile, the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
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