April in Par – is, chestnuts in blos – sum,
Holiday ta – bles under the trees.
April in Par – is, this is a feel – ing
No one can ever re – prise.
I never knew the charm of spring,
Never met it face to face;
I never knew my heart could sing,
Never missed a warm em – brace
Til A – pril in Par – is. Whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?
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