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a red，red rose
robert burns
o my love's like a red,red rose
that's newly spring in june:
o my love's like the melodie
that's sweetly play'd tune.
as fair art thou,my bonnie lass.
so deep in love am i:
and i will love thee still,
my dear, till a'the seas gang dry.
till a'the seas gang dry,my dear,
and the rocks melt wi'the sun;
o i will luve thee still, my dear,
while the sands o'life shall run.
and fare thee week,my onlu luve!
and fare thee awhile!
and i will come again,my luve,
tho'it were ten thousand mile.
