"the graduates"

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April, come she will
when streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May,she will stay
resting in my arm again.
June,she'll change her tune
in restless walk 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.
Semptember,I'll remember
a loved one's snoot has not grown old.