(Traditional)
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The water is wide, I cannot cross over
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Neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row, my love and I.
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Oh love is gentle and love is kind
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The sweetest flower when first it blooms
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But love grows old and waxes cold
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And fades away like morning dew.
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The water is wide, I cannot cross over
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Neither have I wings to fly
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Give me a boat that can carry two
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And both shall row, my love and I
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And both shall row,
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My love and I.
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The Water Is Wide
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