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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