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That old April yearning |
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Once more is returning |
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And I have a longing to wander. |
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The leaves may be falling, |
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But April is calling |
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And the prim roses beckon me yonder. |
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For one more walk around the garden |
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One more stroll along the shore. |
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One more memory |
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I can dream upon |
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Until I dream no more. |
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For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait |
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And one more prayer it's not too late |
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To gather one more rose |
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Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate. |
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That old arch is saying |
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It's time to go straying |
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When no one but |
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April can find me. |
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To try and recover |
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The heart of a lover |
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That I left lying somewhere behind me. |
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Just one more walk along the garden |
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One more stroll along the shore. |
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One more memory |
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I can dream upon |
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Until I dream no more. |
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For one more time perhaps the dawn will wait |
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And one more prayer it's not too late |
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To gather one more rose |
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Before I say goodbye and close the garden gate. |
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One more rose before |
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I close the garden gate. |
