[Intro] A broken calendar, a cup of rain, April whispers through the windowpane. [Verse 1] Lilacs in the empty yard, Memory opening shard by shard. A city clock without a face, Footsteps losing time and place. [Pre-Chorus] Take these fragments, make them sing, Not too sharp, not too wandering. Give the broken lines a home, Let the scattered heart be known. [Chorus] April fragments, fall like rain, Turn the broken glass to flame. If the poem loses where to start, Let the melody find the heart. April fragments, strange and clear, Gather all the pieces here. One warm voice through the modern night, Makes the shattered windows bright. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] Tea grows cold in the afternoon, A paper moon, a distant tune. Names dissolve on the station wall, Still I hear one voice through all. [Bridge] Let the form be strange, but the song stay true, Let the old ache pass through blue. No spoken rap, no jagged cry, Only fragments learning to fly. [Final Chorus] April fragments, fall like rain, Turn the broken glass to flame. One warm voice through the modern night, Makes the shattered windows bright. [Outro] The page is torn, the dawn is near, And all the fragments gather here.
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