May
The sun begins to set,
On another cold day,
And I begin to fret,
For In the dark i seemed to stay,
My heart was about to fall,
Before you it lay,
Then you began call,
Taking me out of my dismay,
Now the shadows do not bound me,
So in the light I play,
Just frolicking with thee,
In an everlasting May.
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