6.April Comes She Will
April come she will, when streams are ripe and swell 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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