An April Mood
In love's vain lore my heart was wise . . .
We stooped between the tangled boughs . . .
O, April vows . . . O, April vows.
We stooped between the tangled boughs . . .
O, April vows . . . O, April vows.
I have forgotten what you said
To win a kiss that afternoon;
But, O, your lips were warm and red,
And when you went, you went too soon
That showery April afternoon.
To win a kiss that afternoon;
But, O, your lips were warm and red,
And when you went, you went too soon
That showery April afternoon.
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