The water is wide, I can't cross over, and neither have I wings to fly. Build me a boat, I can carry two, and both shall row, my love and I. There is a ship, and it sails the sea. It's loaded deep, as deep can be. But not so deep, as the love I'm in, I know not how, I sink or swim. Oh love is handsome, and love is kind. And love is flower, when first is new. But love grows old, and the wax is cold, and it fades away, like morning dew.
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