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- Espers Black Is the Color 歌词
- Espers
- Black is the color of my true love 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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