| Who cares about April
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| Who cares about Spring
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| Why build on a moment’s passion
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| On a meaningless thing
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| Why think of tomorrow
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| Why live in a dream
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| Why try to make one great madness
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| Fit into a scheme
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| No thrill is too inviting
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| When youth must have its play
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| But love is worth a living for
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| Only for a day
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| Who cares about April
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| Who cares about Spring
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| Why kindle the fireless ember
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| Of ashes that cling
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| Why long for a lifetime
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| Of hopeless romance
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| Why long for an endless Summer
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| That Fall disenchants
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| In Spring there’s no sensation
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| No thrill that starts anew
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| For April time can never bring me you |