(Paul Francis Webster and Sammy Fain)
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Love is a many splendoured thing,
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It's the april rose that only grows
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In the early spring.
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Love is nature's way of giving
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A reason to be living,
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The golden crown that makes a man a king.
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Once on a high and windy hill,
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In the morning mist, two lovers kissed
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And the world stood still.
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Then your fingers touched my silent heart
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And taught it how to sing,
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Yes, true love's a many splendoured thing.
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Once on a high and windy hill,
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In the morning mist, two lovers kissed
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And the world stood still.
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Then your fingers touched my silent heart
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And taught it how to sing,
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Yes, true love's a many splendoured thing.
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Love Is A Many Splendoured Thing
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| Ringo Starr |
