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- The Girl With April in Her Eyes / Chris de Burgh once was a king who called for the spring for his world was still covered in snow But the spring had not been for he was wicked and mean In his winter fields nothing would growAnd when a traveller called seeking
- Luciana Souza, Neruda I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street
- Starry Starry Night~~ Sketch the trees and the daffodils; Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen They would not listen; they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
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