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Where is the face I long to see |
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Pictures of her in my mind |
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They say that she will soon return |
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I know she'll be here any day now |
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Just breezing into the room |
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Her sweet perfume can send my senses |
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Dreaming of April |
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Praying for her to arrive in all her finery |
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I'm dreaming of April |
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Maybe she'll linger this time |
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Turning to smile at me |
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These clouds of grey march in endless procession |
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I'm waking every day |
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Dreaming of April |
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I never know how blue the sky |
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Until the dark days came |
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These wistful words keep whispering |
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How much I used to take for granted |
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The beauty of her eyes |
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Till mine grew dim with winter, now I'm |
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Dreaming of April |
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Praying for her to arrive in all her finery |
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I'm dreaming of April |
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Maybe she'll linger this time |
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Turning to smile at me |
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When these days of grey march in endless procession |
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I'm waiting for a change |
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And dreaming of April |
