| If your love were taken from me
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| Every color would be black and white
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| It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
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| That’s the day that I lose half my sight
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| If your life were taken from me
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| All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
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| It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus
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| Sail to the edge and I’d be there looking down
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| Those men who lust for land
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| And for riches strange and new
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| Who love those trinkets of desire
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| Oh they never will have you
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| And they’ll never know the gold
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| Or the copper in your hair
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| How could they weigh the worth
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| Of you so rare
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| If your love were taken from me
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| Every light that’s bright would soon go dim
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| It would be as dark as the world before Columbus
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| Down the waterfall and I’d swim over the brim
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| Those men who lust for land
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| And for riches strange and new
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| Who love those trinkets of desire
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| Oh they will never have you
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| And they’ll never know the gold
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| Or the copper in your hair
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| How could they weigh the worth
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| Of you so rare |