| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat that can carry two
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| And we shall sail, my love and I
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| Oh love is gentle and love is kind
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| And love’s a flower when first it’s new
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| But love grows old and waxes cold
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| And fades away like morning dew
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| There is a ship, and she sails the sea
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| She’s loaded deep as deep can be
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| But not as deep as the love I’m in
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| I know not how I sink or swim
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| The water is wide, I can’t cross o’er
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat that can carry two
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| And we shall sail, my love and I |