I have lost my one true lover Im afraid its for all time No he prefers a silent mistress And his fortified wine And his fortified wine Once I had diamonds for my teardrops Once I had rubies for my breasts But he did freely spend my treasure On that lady he loves best On that lady he loves best The blackest crow that ever floated He would surely turn to white If ever I forgive my lover Bright day would turn to night Bright day would turn to night Ive had my fill but still am empty Next to him I cannot lay my head I leave him sleep let him dream there In his own drunken bed In his own drunken bed
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