| When the April showers
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| blur the horizon disconsolately fishermen
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| bring their boats sowly back to the shore.
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| When April showers
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| send housewives hurrying outdoors to salvage rows
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| of white washing hanging on the line.
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| I know that summer’s just round the corner
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| playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
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| And through those meloncholy winters,
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| how cold the nights coul be,
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| my imitation of contentment was a parody.
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| All through those chilled and cheerless winters,
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| col comfort came slowly to an end,
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| every cloud lost its silver-lining,
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| having fun was playing a game of pretend.
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| The April showers
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| release the sweet scent of blossolming trees to ride the wind
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| and go down to mingle with the salt-sea air.
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| I know that summer’s just round the corner
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| playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
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| And through those meloncholy winters,
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| how cold the nights coul be,
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| my imitation of contentment was a parody.
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| All through those chilled and cheerless winters,
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| col comfort came slowly to an end.
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| What we missed then, most of all, was our indisputable right
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| to laughter.
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| And through those meloncholy winters,
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| how cold the nights coul be,
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| my imitation of contentment was a parody.
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| And through those meloncholy winters,
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| how cold the nights coul be,
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| my imitation of contentment was a parody. |