| Black Is the Color, Pt. 2 |
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| Black, black, black is the colour of my true love’s hair |
| His lips are something wond’rous fair |
| The purest eyes and the bravest hands |
| I love the grass whereon he stands |
| I love my love and well he knows |
| I love the ground whereon he goes |
| And if my love no more I see |
| My life would quickly fade away |
| Black, black, black is the colour of my true love’s hair |
