April in London
What could I die for?
Who did I cry for,
And you?
How did I forget
That tone, that wish
That tender touch
Those lips, did kiss.
Me.
Don't dismiss me.
Don't you, look
To see.
What did I run for?
Heaven I fell for,
And you?
London in April.
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