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April will come to the quiet town / That I left long ago, / Scattering primroses up and down -- / Row upon happy row. / (Oh, little green lane, will she come your way, / To a certain path I know?)
April will pause by cottage and gate / In the wild, sweet evening rain, / Where the garden borders run brown and straight, / To coax them to bloom again. / (Oh, little sad garden that once was gay, / Must she call to you all in vain?)
April will come to cottage and hill, / Laughing her lovers awake. / (Oh, little closed house, so cold and still, / Will she find you for old joy's sake, / And leave one primrose beside your door, / Lest the heart of your garden break?)