Love at first sight

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A Red, Red Rose
O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve 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:
I will luve thee still, my Dear
While the sands o'life shall run
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho'it were ten thousand mile!

/Robert Burns





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