There goes April
Wandering away from me
There goes April
Running into memory
The sound,
the smell,
the pain,
Mission Bell.
Smell of freshly cut trees
They sang through the "bright, Spring leaves"
But where is April
In this world?
Start of something new
I wish I knew
The skies at night so pink
It used to make me sad
With the trees so green
and the sky so blue,
Time has gone mad.
Smell of freshly cut trees
They sang through the "bright, Spring leaves"
Where is April
Where is April?
Where is April?
Where is April?
Where is April?
Where is she?
Where is April?
Where did she go?
Where is April?
When did she go?
Where is April?
I don't know.
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