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April again in Avrillé, / And the brown lark in air.
And you and I a world apart, / That walked together there.
The cuckoo spoke from out the wood, / The lark from out the sky.
Embraced upon the highway stood / Love-sick you and I.
The rosy peasant left his bees, / The carrier slowed his cart,
To shout us blithe obscenities, / And bless us from the heart,
Who long before the year was out, / Under the autumn rain,
Far from the road to Avrillé, / Parted with little pain.