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I have always had a problem with time

I could swear you said forever and a day

Although not forever, thank you so for being mine

Half of April, most of May

There were morning walks along silver shores

Firesides when april skies turned gray

And I hope you know that you have never been loved more

Half of April, most of May

But somehow when you left my side

My soul seemed so unsatisfied

I missed the walks, the talks, the dreams and such

And when writers write a tune

They never fail to throw in June

But adding June, I guess I'm asking too much

If the summer goes and winter seems bare

With no love to warm a gray November day

Would you think about the lover who you shared

Half of April, most of May

Half of April, most of May