And April pours onto the Fool's
jaywalking fingers, told you the sun's
a guerrilla snowflake. Sweep
the corners of your dream or just
put a silly face on the
carton. But by the time
the frock crumples, if
you are still on the deck watching
those rock-salt skies fade with your
wonder at the strength of his arms,
stay where you are, I'll join you. Stay
where you are, I'll
join you -
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