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The moment that
I met April My life began to change She totally captivated me and nothing's been the same I do a dance to Aprils tune like a puppet on a string No more going out with the boys or other foolish things I wait around to take her out and then I take her home I am just her foolish clown with no will of my own but when she kisses me goodnight She leaves me with a smile So I'll go on being Aprils fool at least yet for awhile.
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