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Saint Etienne
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Like The Swallow
She's like the swallow That flies so high. She's like the river That never runs dry. She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more.
It's out of roses She made her bed. A stolen pillow For her head. She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, I love my love, and love is no more.
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