A Well-Worn Story
Автор книги Dorothy Parker
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In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill.
To follow a thread of song.
His eyes were hard as porphyry.
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me.
Like terrible silver hands.
Together we trod the secret lane.
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain.
On the breast of a velvet gown.
In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill.
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place.
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face.
And spoil a page with rhymes?
