Diamonds are a precious thing. More precious than silver. More precious than gold. But love is a far more precious thing. At least that's what I've been told. And that's why I'm here. Because I cannot contain it. In my heart any longer. What once was little is getting bigger and bigger. And what was weak is getting Stronger and stronger. A song of joy. A song of joy. A song of joy. A song of joy. A song of joy and love. I went down to the library. To get me a book by some Italian poet. And I read it from cover to cover. And from front to back. I was only guessing before. But now I know it. What do you like best Spring or Summer? I like the springtime best of all. In the springtime the birds are singing. The flowers are growing. Oh man. You got it all. And that's why I'm here. Because I can't contain it in my heart any longer. What once was little is getting bigger. And bigger. And what once was weak is getting Stronger and stronger. A song of joy and love.
