| And her mouth was as red
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| As the fresh fallen snow
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| The day she told me again
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| How another man’s love
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| Was as white as a raven’s
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| While mine was blacker than blood
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| How another man’s love
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| Was as white as a raven’s
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| While mine was blacker than blood
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| And I asked if she knew for sure
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| That the rain in her eyes
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| Would never run dry
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| Till the flames of the sun
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| Ran like ice in her veins
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| And froze the door to her heart
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| Till the flames of the sun
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| Ran like ice in her veins
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| And froze the door to her heart
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| And she told me the last time
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| As if for the first time
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| If the world turns away from the sun
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| Then nothing and never
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| Will always be true
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| And that she would forever be mine
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| Then nothing and never
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| Will always be true
|
| And that she would forever be mine
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| And I swear that the sun
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| In her eyes turned to stone
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| Her dress was as white as the moon
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| The priest told me nothing
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| And no one was true
|
| And that she would forever be mine
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| The priest told me nothing
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| And no one was true
|
| And that she would forever be mine
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| Oh the blackened sole
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| Of her small bright shoe
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| Has left it’s mark
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| In the long white hall
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| Of my heart |