midwestyankee
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Now gives way to March
And the lamb sheds her wool
For others' warmth.
April, the cruelest month
But the giver of new life
Plants hope and joy.
When you speak of forever
I hear tomorrow and tomorrow,
Sunrises repeated in mirrors.
And the lamb sheds her wool
For others' warmth.
April, the cruelest month
But the giver of new life
Plants hope and joy.
When you speak of forever
I hear tomorrow and tomorrow,
Sunrises repeated in mirrors.

