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Robert Burns(17591796) O my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve is like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair thou art, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' t
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