April Tears Were Falling
J Joyce Hemsley
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On a late April evening
In two thousand and two,
The breezes blew southerly
Beneath sky of pale blue...
Our Queen Mother's funeral was over
England's fair Lady we shall ever adore;
Her fine regal spirit ascended on high
To heaven's sweet golden shore,
Where reigned her dear Love, the King
Who died many years before.
May God in His unfailing kindess
Take care of them both evermore.
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