espers - black is the color lyrics
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black is the color of my true love’s hair
his face is like some wondrous fair
with the prettiest face and the neatest hands
i love the ground whereon he stands
i love my love
and well he knows
i love the ground whereon he goes
if you know mark on earth i see
i counciled you as you have me
i go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
but satisfied i never can sleep
i write him a letter just a few short lines
i suffer death one thousand times
black is the color of my true love’s hair
his face is like some wondrous fair
with the prettiest face and the neatest hands
i love the ground whereon he stands
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