O my Luve’s like a red,red rose<\/p>\n
That’s newly sprung in June:<\/p>\n
O my Luve’s like the melodie<\/p>\n
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.<\/p>\n
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As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,<\/p>\n
So deep in luve am I:<\/p>\n
And I will luve thee still, my dear,<\/p>\n
Till a’ the seas gang dry.<\/p>\n
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Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,<\/p>\n
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;<\/p>\n
I will luve thee still, my dear,<\/p>\n
While the sands o’ life shall run.<\/p>\n
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And fare thee well, my only Luve!<\/p>\n
And fare thee well a while!<\/p>\n
And I will come again, my Luve,<\/p>\n
Tho’ it were ten thousand miles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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