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