Melody Sample

Black, Black, Black is the color of my true love's hair, Her lips are wondrous rosy fair. Her glowing face and her dainty hands I love the ground where-on she stands.

Oh, I love my love and well she knows, I love ground whereon she goes. If she no more on earth I see, I'll be as lonely as one can be.

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