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The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have, I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I Oh, love is gentle and love is kind The sweetest flower when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like morning dew There is a ship and she sails the sea She's loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep, as the love I'm in I know not how I sink or swim The water is wide, I can't cross o'er And neither have, I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row, my love and I And both shall row, my love and I