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Ah, the summer’s here at last,
And winter lies un-mourned,
Oh, how the gentle breezes blow,
When boughs are gay adorned;
The days are long and night hours few,
When blooms shall drink from sun and dew,
Then I would wish to be with you,
And we alone unchanged.
But change it must and change is just,
And with it brings the snow,
Yet arm-in-arm we go as one,
Wherever brides will go;
Without your kiss my life is nought,
A woman lost is never caught,
When seasons change and time shall flee,
Yet change shall never beckon me.
Michael Walsh
30.07.13
quite_write@yahoo.co.uk