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April hope
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Sleep , baby , with your head on my dreams
Discharged by the fear of them uncoming true
Time sent you to light up the stars
In my soul , that is weeping wine
Above the lips of your tears
I rived the pages from the calendar
And I covered with them all the mirrors
The Earth is raining to the sky
With me ... with you...
With interlaced seas in the passing of time
That is holding at its chest apple flower
April hope painted in smiles
The hours became numb of amaze
And they gave us time , this spring
That will never be found
In no other biography
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