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When April arrives in all its power
To rain down a glorious shower,
I wake upon early morning hour
To gaze at the perfection of a single flower.
And as I look out upon sky so blue,
My mind wanders; I think of you.
I feel calmness through and through;
‘Tis all I ever like to do.
And through the turnings of the year,
Through love and joy, pain and fear,
Upon my cheek there falls a tear
When I think of you, my dear.
It’s so very hard to say good-bye;
Almost every single time, I cry.
But I must be strong, I must try
Not to ask the question, "Why?"
We’re still young, and it’s not too late
To stop, think, and change our fate.
And though I’d rather not procrastinate,
Because I love you, I shall wait.