I say you are the day of the world in April; the sound of laughter lights the wind, and the light is dancing in the light of the spring. You are the early days of the April clouds, the dusk blowing the soft wind, the stars in the unintentional flash
I say you are the day of the world in April; the sound of laughter lights the wind, and the light is dancing in the light of the spring. You are the early days of the April clouds, the dusk blowing the soft wind, the stars in the unintentional flash