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It's cherry pink and apple blossom white |
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When your true lover comes your way |
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It's cherry pink and apple blossom white |
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The poets say |
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The story goes that once a cherry tree |
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Beside an apple tree did grow |
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And there a boy once met his bride to be |
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Long long ago |
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The boy looked into her eyes |
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It was a sight to enthrall |
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The breezes joined in their sighs |
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The blossoms started to fall |
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And as they gently carressed |
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The lovers looked up to find |
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The branches of the two trees |
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Were intertwined |
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And that is why the poets always write |
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If there's a new moon bright above |
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It's cherry pink and apple blossom white |
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When you're in love |
