Red roofs are shining over white ivory walls with first spring treat
While brave birds of song twitter and sigh as they fly,
With a windy April grace I stood waiting in a street
As little clouds pass by.
At first your face did not appear against bares and browns
None of the lass strutting the streets matched you in beauty and in glee
I could not be so sure of you with ups and downs
Save that I saw you glorious walking towards me
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