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| 2:32 | 
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I'm in heaven when I see you smile;
Smile for me, my Diane. And though every thing's dark all the while I can see you, Diane. You have lighted the road leading home; Pray for me when you can. But no matter wherever I roam, Smile for me, my Diane. Smile for me, my Diane. |
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| 2:12 |
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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 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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| 2:33 | 
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| 2:29 |
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The night is like a lovely tune
Beware my foolish heart How white the ever constant moon Take care my foolish heart There's a line between love and fascination That's hard to see, how many names such as this For they both have the very same sensation When you're locked in the magic of a kiss Her lips are much too close to mine Beware my foolish heart But should our eager lips combine Then let the fire start For this time it isn't fascination Or a dream that will fade and fall apart It's love, this time it's love My foolish heart |
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| 2:23 |
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| 2:38 |
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| 2:32 |
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| 2:17 |
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| 2:08 |
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You promised me, green grass, not to tell what you heard.
Whispering Grass, say! you can't keep your word, keep your word. Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the trees what ain't so ? Whispering Grass, the trees don't have to know. No, No, Why tell them all your secrets? Who kissed there long ago? Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know. Don't you tell it to the breeze 'cause she will tell the birds and bees And ev'ryone will know because you told the blabbering trees Yes, you told them once before; It's no secret any more. Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow. Whispering Grass, don't tell the trees 'Cause the trees don't need to know. Why do you whisper, green grass? Why tell the trees what ain't so ? Whispering Grass, the trees don't have to know. No, No, Why tell them all your secrets? Who kissed there long ago? Whispering grass, the trees don't need to know. Don't you tell it to the breeze 'cause she will tell the birds and bees And ev'ryone will know because you told the blabbering trees Yes, you told them once before; It's no secret any more. Why tell them all the old things? They're buried under the snow. Whispering Grass, don't tell the trees |
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| 2:27 |
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