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You were a swallow high on the wing.
You were a diamond without its ring.
You were a shower on a warm day in spring.
I was a young lad, just having his fling.
I was a suitor, with no flowers to bring.
I was Charlemagne. Yes, I was a king.
And my life was a gentle thing.
We were the stars of an April morning.
We were a boy and a girl on a swing.
We were the birds that so sweetly do sing.
And my life was a gentle thing