Love is a many splendored thing
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It¡äs the April rose
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That only grows
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in the early spring
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Love is nature¡äs way of giving
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A reason to believe in
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The golden crown
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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
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Two lovers kissed
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and the world stood still
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And your fingers touched
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my silent heart
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And taught it how to sing
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Yes, true love¡äs
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a many splendored thing.
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Once on a high and windy hill
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In the morning mist
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Two lovers kissed
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and the world stood still
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And your fingers touched
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my silent heart
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And taught it how to sing
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Yes, true love¡äs
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a many splendored thing.
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Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
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| Four Aces |
