April come she will,
When streams are ripe and swell with rain.
May she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June she`ll change her tune,
In restless walks she`ll prowl the night.
July she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.
August die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September I`ll remember,
A love once new has now grown old
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