| The water is wide
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| And I can’t cross over
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| And neither have I wings to fly
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| Build me a boat that can carry two
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| And both shall row
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| My love and I
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| There is a ship
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| And she sails the sea
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| A boat as deep as deep can be
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| But not as deep as this hole I’m in
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| And I know not if, I sink or swim
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| And I lean my back against some oak
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| Thinking it was a trusty tree
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| But first it bent
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| And then it broke
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| As my own love proved false to me
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| Love is gentle
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| And love is kind
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| And love is young
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| And love is new
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| Love grows cold as it grows old
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| Til it fades away like the mornin' dew
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| And the water is wide
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| And I can’t cross over
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| Neither have I wings to fly
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| Build me a boat that can carry two
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| And both shall row
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| My love and I
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| And both shall row
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| My love and I |