| The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
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| Neither have I wings to fly
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| Give me a boat that can carry two
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| And both shall row, my love and I
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| Where love is planted O there it grows
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| It grows and blossoms like a rose
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| It has a sweet and pleasant smell
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| No flower on Earth can it excel
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| A ship there is and she sails the sea
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| She’s loaded deep as deep can be
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| But not so deep as the love I’m in
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| I know not if I sink or swim
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| Oh love is gentle and love is kind
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| The sweetest flower when first it is new
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| But love grows old and waxes cold
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| And fades away like the morning dew |