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The water is wide
I can't cross over
And neither have
I wings to fly
Give me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I
Now 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
There is a ship
That sails the sea
She's loaded deep
As deep can be
But not as deep
As the love I'm in
I know not if
I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross over
And neither have
I wings to fly
Give me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I
And both shall row
My love and I
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