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 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-splendored thing.
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Then your fingers touched
my silent heart
and taught it how to sing.
Yes, true love's a many-splendored thing.