Snow Falls In April
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Snow falls in April:
The twilight is pink
And purple as in a dream.
And the poems are flowing
Like strange wine. O these
Surreal moments will remain
With me; I'm certain!
They will remain with me through
All the heartaches,
And the pain, of growing old.
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