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Saturday, April 01, 2006
It’s April First… I could do an April Fools Day post but instead I am going to start April with a song. One from my youth that still brings about a melancholy feeling for me of days gone by, loves lost, time gone that can be retrieved.
April Come She Will by Simon and Garfunkel
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.
April Come She Will by Simon and Garfunkel
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.
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