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I love you Hums the April breeze. I love you Echo the hills. I love you The golden dawn agrees As once more she sees Daffodils. It's spring again And birds on the wing again Start to sing again The old melody. I love you, That's the song of songs And it all belongs To you and me.
It's spring again And birds on the wing again Start to sing again The old melody. I love you, That's the song of songs And it all belongs To you and me.
I love you
ResponderEliminarHums the April breeze.
I love you
Echo the hills.
I love you
The golden dawn agrees
As once more she sees
Daffodils.
It's spring again
And birds on the wing again
Start to sing again
The old melody.
I love you,
That's the song of songs
And it all belongs
To you and me.
It's spring again
And birds on the wing again
Start to sing again
The old melody.
I love you,
That's the song of songs
And it all belongs
To you and me.