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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'l prowl the night

July, she will fly

And leave no warning of 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