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Love is a many-splendored thing | |
It's the April rose | |
That only grows in the early spring | |
Love is nature's way of giving | |
A reason to be living | |
The golden crown that makes a man a king | |
Once on a high and windy hill | |
In the morning mist | |
Two lovers kissed | |
And the world stood still | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing |
Love is a manysplendored thing | |
It' s the April rose | |
That only grows in the early spring | |
Love is nature' s way of giving | |
A reason to be living | |
The golden crown that makes a man a king | |
Once on a high and windy hill | |
In the morning mist | |
Two lovers kissed | |
And the world stood still | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love' s a manysplendored thing | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love' s a manysplendored thing |
Love is a manysplendored thing | |
It' s the April rose | |
That only grows in the early spring | |
Love is nature' s way of giving | |
A reason to be living | |
The golden crown that makes a man a king | |
Once on a high and windy hill | |
In the morning mist | |
Two lovers kissed | |
And the world stood still | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love' s a manysplendored thing | |
Then your fingers touched my silent heart | |
And taught it how to sing | |
Yes, true love' s a manysplendored thing |