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On The Isle Of May |
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Connee Boswell |
We strolled along through the heavens
And it was June
June on the Isle of May
Your lips were sweet as the heaven
Love was in bloom there
On the Isle of May
Close in your arms
Heaven opened its doors
Then like a fool
I sailed away
But our love will bring us together
When it is June
June on the Isle of May
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