April visits me each year,
As I stand out on the pier.
I look to the land and see,
Her walking lovingly towards me.
As she walks through the night,
She casts out the cold dark plight,
And brings with her wondrous light
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| In The Month of April
April visits me each year, As I stand out on the pier. I look to the land and see, Her walking lovingly towards me. As she walks through the night, She casts out the cold dark plight, And brings with her wondrous light |
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