| It was winter in Manhattan
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| Falling snow flakes filled the air
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| The streets were covered with a film of ice
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| But a little, simple magic that I heard about somewhere
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| Changed the weather all around
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| Just within a thrice
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| You brought me violets for my furs
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| And it was spring for a while, remember?
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| You brought me violets for my furs
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| And there was April in that December
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| The snow drifted down on the flowers
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| And melted where where it lay
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| The snow looked like dew on the blossoms
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| As on a summer day
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| You brought me violets for my furs
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| And there was blue in the wintery sky
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| You pinned the violets to my furs
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| And gave a lift to the clouds passing by
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| You smiled at me so sweetly
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| Since then, one thought occurred
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| That we fell in love completely
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| The day that you brought me violets for my furs |