Currituck Co.
A Raga Called Nina
SheDoes not know her beautyShe thinks her brown, bonyHas no gloryIf she could dance nakedUnder palm treesAnd see her imageIn a riverShe would know, she would knowBut there are no palm treesIn the streetAnd dishwater gives back no imagesGives back no imagesBlack is the colorOf my true love's hairHis face so soft and wondrousThe purest eyesAnd the strongest handsI love the ground on where he standsI love the ground on where he standsBlack is the colorOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairSongtexteI love my loverAnd well, he knowsI love the ground on where he goesI love the ground on where he goesI love the ground on where he goesI love the ground on where he goesBlack is the colorOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairStill, I hopeThat the time will comeWhen he and I will be as oneHe and I will be as oneHe and I will be as oneHe and I will be as oneHe and I will be as oneBlack is the colorOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hairOf my true love's hair
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