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 believe in
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
And your fingers touched my silent heart
And taught it how to sing
Yes, true love´s a many splendored thing.
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