| As time draws near, my dearest dear
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| When you and I must part
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| How little you know of the grief and woe
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| In my poor aching heart
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| 'Tis but I suffer for your sake
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| Believe me dear it’s true
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| I wish that you were staying here
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| Or I was going with you
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| I wish my breasts were made of glass
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| Wherein you might behold
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| Upon my heart your name lays wrote
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| In letters made of gold
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| In letters made of gold my love
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| Believe me when I say
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| You are the one I will adore
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| Until my dying day
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| The blackest crow that ever flew
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| Would surely turn to white
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| If ever I prove false to you
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| Bright day would turn to night
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| Bright day would turn to night, my love
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| The elements would mourn
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| If ever I prove false to you
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| The seas will rage and burn
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| And when you’re on some distant shore
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| Think of your absent friend
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| And when the wind blows high and clear
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| A line to me, pray send
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| And when the wind blows high and clear
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| Pray send your love to me
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| That I might know by your handwrite
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| How time has gone with thee
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| As time draws near, my dearest dear
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| When you and I must part |