I cried and cried
When they told me that u died
I tried and tried
Not to believe them and think they lied
I ride and ride
And when I take a look
You were not on my side
I thought I was lost
With out a guide
Don’t wanna go back home
And find no dog on the gate
It is meant that u be mine
It is your fate
But suddenly, men crossing the road
Laughing loud like a clown band
Waved and wished me, “Happy April fools! ”
I laughed even more than theirs
And turn my bicycle
Headed home
just to find
A sad April the fool
Became so very real
June 8,2005
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