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O My Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June; O My Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.
So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And fare thee weel, my only luve,
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