April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled 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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