j. alice. (enamored) wrote,
j. alice.

spring is here, summer's coming...

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 &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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