(Bobby Troup)
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There's a story told of a very gentle boy
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And the girl who wore his ring
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Through the wintery snow
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The world they knew was one
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For their hearts were full of spring
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As the days grew old
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And the nights passed into time
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And the weeks and years took wind
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Gentle boy, tender girl
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Their love remained still young
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For their hearts were full of spring
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Then one day they died
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And their graves were side by side
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On a hill where robins sing
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And they say violets
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Grow there the whole year round
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For their hearts were full of spring
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Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring
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Beach Boys |