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Love is a many splendored thing, |
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It's the April rose, that only grows, |
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In the early Spring, |
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Love is natures way of giving, |
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A reason to be living, |
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The golden crown |
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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, |
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Two lovers kissed, |
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And the world stood still, |
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Then your fingers touched my silent heart, |
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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, |
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Two lovers kissed, |
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And the world stood still, |
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Then your fingers touched my silent heart, |
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And taught it how to sing, |
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Yes, true love's a many splendored thing |