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 dreams she prowls the night
July, she will fly, and give no warning to her flight
August, die she must, the autumn winds blow chilling cold
September, I'll remember, a love once new has now grown old
I'm bored and hungry
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Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.