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She was polishing the chairswhen the doorbell rangshe smoothed down her hairand answered to a little old manhe gave her his widest grin and saidwould you mind if I came in and talked to you?
One April afternoontwo shadows walking in the suntheir final tunetwo shadows waiting for the April moon
She showed him the kitchenand he pulled up a chairas he was about to beginhe noticed her hairhe thought to himselfhow beautiful she lookedand saidwould you mind if I took a picture of you?
April afternoontwo shadows walking in the suntheir final tunetwo shadows waiting for the April moon
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