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June arrives, rumored days |
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Days of willing it to be |
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In the nest futures hatch |
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It's such a lovely thing to see |
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Oh my God |
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Like an angel wound |
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What fortune |
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Like a child in a field |
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So it goes, so it yields |
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June is here |
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Then it's not |
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In the background constantly |
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From the west |
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Lights go out |
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It's such a lonely thing to see |
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Oh my Lord |
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Talk of devil's food |
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What fortune |
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Lock the fruit |
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In a seed |
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So it grows |
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So it needs |
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Oh my soul |
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Soul like her cocoon |
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Long gone June |
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Her dark sides |
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Her bed feels |
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As she knows, as she feels |
