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