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If you hear |
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A song in blue |
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Like a flower crying |
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For the dew |
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That was my heart serenading you |
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My prelude to a kiss |
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If you hear a song that grows |
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From my tender sentimental woes |
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That was my heart trying to compose |
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A prelude to a kiss |
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Though it's just a simple melody |
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With nothing fancy |
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Nothing much |
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You could turn it to a symphony |
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A shubert tune with a gershwin touch |
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Oh how my love song gently cries |
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For the tenderness within your eyes |
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My love is a prelude that never dies |
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A prelude to a kiss |
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Though it's just a simple melody |
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With nothing fancy |
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Nothing much |
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You could turn it to a symphony |
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A shubert tune with a gershwin touch |
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Oh how my love song so gently cries |
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For the tenderness within your eyes |
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My love is a prelude that never dies |
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A prelude to a kiss |
