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The sky grows dark |
Then bursts with rain. |
We know that April |
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Has come again. |
First its warm |
Then its cold. |
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The grass and trees |
Turn green and gold. |
Now April is done |
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And we spend this day |
Singing a song |
For the month of May. |




















