Greenland Is Melting
no one wants to die
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I wish I wish my love were free and sat below the magnolia tree,
But me poor girl is dead and gone and the green grass grows o'er the graves below.
And I ain't heard, nor never will be, till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.
I wish I wish my love had died and set her soul to wander free.
Then we might meet where ravens fly and let our poor bodies rest in peace.
And I ain't heard no never ill be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.
And I ain't heard nor never will be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.