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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?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;...
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