| If you hear a song in blue
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| Like a flower crying 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, 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, 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 |