MAY

           Reminds me of spring.

           The flowers, the sun...

           A beautiful month that

           Means so much. There

Is

           The beginning of every-

           Thing. The end of some-

           Thing. So much I can't

           Believe. So much of

The

           Time, lost. How can we

           Already be here? How

           Does the time seem like

            It flew? When did it all

End?

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