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April Is The Crullest Month

It was always the happiest of months
Until the sadness came
It was on Easter Morning
When the phone began to ring
Never will I forget
The smile I always got
When I looked across the room
Gazing into his eyes
Why didn't I tell him then?
When I had my chance
now I'll never have that chance
because now he's gone for good

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