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Sara Teasdale - April
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The roofs are shining from the rain. 
The sparrows tritter as they fly, 
And with a windy April grace 
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown 
With only one unchanging tree— 
I could not be so sure of Spring 
Save that it sings in me.
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