The Morning reading: "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.

- a child's nursery rhyme

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