April Is In The World Again, And All The World Is Filled With Flowers - Flowers For Others, Not For Me! For My One Flower I Cannot See, Lost In The April Showers. I Cannot Wake Her, Though I Sing, And All The Birds, For Her Dear Sake, Fill With Their Songs The Wintry Brake; Ah! Could They Make Her Rise Again, What Resurrection Would Be Mine! Is She Too Tired To Help The Sun And All The Little Stars To Shine?
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