Love is a many splendored thing,
It's the ____ rose that only grows in the early spring,
Love is nature's way of _____ a reason to be living,
The _____ crown that makes a man a king.
Lost on a high and windy hill,
In the morning mist two lovers _____
and the world stood still,
When our _____touch my silent heart
has taught me how to sing,
Yes, true love's a many splendored thing.
Sunday
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