Love... is a many splendored 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 crow
that makes a man a king
Once... on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist the lovers kissed
And the world stood skill
Then your fingers touched
My silent heart
And tought it how to sing
Yes true love's
A many splendored thing
Once... on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist the lovers kissed
And the world stood skill
Then your fingers touched
My silent heart
And tought it how to sing
Yes true love's
A many splendored thing

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