April
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Days bathed in red I saw her standing By the riverbed Weeping willow I should have been more careful Waxing hope in cruelest April I thought that we were there Somehow I'll always love her Shedding, golden leaved September I thought that we were there Dazed, she never smiles Like she used to All the while Weeping willow.
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