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It's about the moon,
On the month of April
The night was serene,
Stars can be counted
The moon was very bright,
The world is dependent
In it's moonshine
The wanderer's are happy,
The poet's dreamed
The lovers became foolish
The living just can't sleep
It's the time to rejoice,
It's really nice to know
That in my darkest hour
The moon became my light
Let my words be blown,
And tossed in the wind
I longed to see her soon,
My heart's deadly achin'
With this blessed April Moon.