| 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, it was a sight to enthrall
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| The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall
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| And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find
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| The branches of the two trees 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
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| The boy looked into her eyes, it was a sight to enthrall
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| The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall
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| And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find
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| The branches of the two trees 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 |