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APRIL, COME SHE WILL (Paul Simon) April, come she will. When streams are ripe and Swelled with rain. May she will stay Resting in my arms again. June she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night. July she will fly And give no warning to her flight. August die she must, The autumn winds blow chilly and cold; September I'll remember, A love once new has now grown old. Copyright Paul Simon @seasonal filename[ APRILCOM JY |
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