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Monday, June 09, 2003
This old Simon and Garfunkle song keeps going through my head and won't leave, so maybe putting the words here will clear them from my head :-)
April Come She Will
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.
April Come She Will
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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