Slová
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's
hair
Her face is something wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the daintiest hands
I love the ground on which she stands
I know my love and well she knows
I'll follow her where'er she goes
I'll write her a letter containing these lines
I'll suffer death a thousand times
I'll go to trouble some to morn, to weep
But satisfied I'll never be
If she on earth no more would stay
My life would quickly fade away
NINA SIMONE
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