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I
The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
Ad neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And we shall row, my love and I
II
For love is gentle, and love is kind
The sweetest flower when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
III
There is a ship and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know now how I sink or swim
Repeat II then I
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