This particular song makes THE FUTURIST! very wistful. It is short and sweet and reminds one of the short life of relationships. T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land begins with these opening lines:
“April is the cruelest month,
breeding lilacs out of the dead land,
mixing memory and desire,
stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
APRIL COME SHE WILL
performed by Simon and Garfunkel
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