Take away the breath of flowers, It would surely be a sin; Take the rain from April showers, It's a sin.
Take away the violins, dear, From a lovely symphony, And the music deep within Would cease to be.
Is it a sin to love you so? To hold you close, And know you are leaving?
Though you take away my heart, dear, Still the beating there within; I'll keep loving your forever, For it's no sin.
Is it a sin to love you so? To hold you close, And know you are leaving?
Though you take away my heart, dear, Still the beating there within; I'll keep loving you forever, For it's no sin.
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