| 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 |