April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,—
But peace is not so precious,
In it the summer grows.
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April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,—
But peace is not so precious,
In it the summer grows.
No posts