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Black is the color of my true love's hairHis face is soft and wondrous fairHe has the purest eyes and the gentlest handsI love the ground whereon he standsI love the ground whereon he standsBlack is the color of my true love's hairOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairI love my lover and well he knowsI love the ground whereon he goesAnd still I hope that the time will comeWhen he and I will be as oneWhen he and I will be as oneBlack is the color of my true love's hairOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hair From Letras Mania