She's like the swallow that flies so high. She's like the river that never runs dry. She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more. It's out of roses she made her bed. A stolen pillow for her head. She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more.
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