One gift, beauty rare
Gold of sunshine in her hair
Lips that shame the red, red rose
She'll walk in springtime wherever she goes!
One gift, the gift of song
Melody your whole life long!
The nightingale her troubadour
Bringing his sweet serenade into your door.
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