Brady Roland (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} show_off) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} cinderellic,@ 2011-02-14 22:14:00 |
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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve 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 awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
-B