like butterflies that April Brings,
to deck the wakening earth
we greet them with a rapturous thrill..
and hold them very close
until perhaps we bruise their wings..
and DREAMS are fragile too...
they come to us at night
and woo our saddened thoughts to joy
but when we wake we cannot hold..
thewonder of the fairy gold
no matter what we do
for dreams are fragile to....
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