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MEMORY OF APRIL
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip—
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip—
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
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