| I listen to the songs of the trees
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| In the park one day in April
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| They whisper and you can barely hear the words
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| But the tone it already exists
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| Only the wind blew
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| And the sun that appeared
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| But most of all, it was perhaps
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| A day of remembrance of you
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| Get close my heart came close
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| Under the green light filtered
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| Delays a bittersweet longing
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| A time in the intoxication of love
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| So forget your moments of loneliness
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| Here is my longing embrace
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| Come let's travel together
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| Far longer a memory and name
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| Beyond the boundaries of eternity
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| That's where we belong
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| Yes, the wind was blowing
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| In the trees one day in April
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| I’m listening to the songs of the trees
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| in the park a day in April
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| They whisper and you can barely hear the words
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| but the tone is already there
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| It was only the wind that was blowing
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| And the sun that was showing itself
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| But maybe most of all it was
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| A springday’s memory of you
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| Come near my heart come near
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| Under the greenaries sifting light
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| A bittersweet longing remains
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| A time in the rush of love
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| So forget your lonely moments
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| Here is my longing embrace
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| Come let us travel together
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| Far beyond memory and name
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| Beyond the borders of eternity
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| There we belong together
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| Yes it was the wind that was blowing
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| In the trees a day in April |