| March winds and April showers
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| Make way for sweet May flowers
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| And then comes June, a moon, and you
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| March winds and April showers
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| Romance will soon be ours
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| An outdoor paradise for two
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| I like every month in the year
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| Summer, winter, and fall
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| But love is the tenderest thing
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| It only blossoms in Spring
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| March winds and April showers
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| Make way for sweet May flowers
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| And then comes June, a moon, and you
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| March winds and April showers
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| Romance will soon be ours
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| An outdoor paradise for two
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| Oh, with your lips to mine
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| In a thrill, divine
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| I’ll be so inspired
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| That I’ll get you the moon for a toy balloon
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| March winds and April showers
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| Make way for sweet May flowers
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| And May-time, June-time, love-time and you
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| With your lips to mine
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| In a thrill, divine
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| I’ll be so inspired
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| That I’ll get you the moon for a toy balloon
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| March winds and April showers
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| Make way for sweet May flowers
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| And May-time
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| Oh, June-time
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| Oh, love-time and you |