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Dear April
how I yearn for July and that fat summer sun the long sunny days and the eves' sultry fun but sweet April's weep while it runs to the rills is a soft song of spring-tide as it splashes and spills ... no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone much too soon ... how the gorged summer days ever stretched in the past rife with play and carefree yes, I prayed they would last but now each dawning day finds a mockingbird's song and I've waited that warbling sweet psalm, far too long ... no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone much too fast ... oh June swells with romance - thrilled hopes 'midst July mischief made in the dunes with the moon winking, high yet, now peepers' songs ravage late-winter's gloom and branches sway heavy with buds bound to bloom no, I can't rush dear April - (tho' May's drawing nigh) ... oh I love nothing more than a summertime, fair all the hazy and crazy days - devil-may-care but a crispy spring morning while birds chant their love is a rare blessing, born from the heavens above no, I can't rush dear April - I'm too fond of that air ... too brief are those days and the joys I find there how its breath lifts my spirit and soft-tousles my hair oh I'll never get bored with dear April, quite rare ... no, I'll NEVER be bored with dear April ...
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