March
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in your arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks shell 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
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in your arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks shell 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
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