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June
Lay me down a little while, it's June and it's been awhile,
since the sun did shine on my back.
And the rain is coming down again,
Oh May!, where did you go?,
you took the last of it, with nothing to show.
And it's grim or least it has been.
We should all be alive and living in sin,
but I'm straight as an edge.
And I'm willing to bet,
That I will die alone.
So we write and we sing for the meantime.
Theirs something more waiting on the sidelines.
Where theirs fresh grass growing
and those lone trees showing,
all their grace and their worth.
And I realize, It's been so long since my windows
framed your rainbow.
And these days never end do they?,
they always seem the same.
They never change.
So I sit down for the present.
Waiting to take the moment to see this year.
And never do fear,
for if I loose my way on this edge,
I'm sure I will find your arms.
Oh May!, I'm glad you couldn't stay.
For there was hell raising back in the day
and everything turned so very sour.
Everything was wrong,
like a bird without a song.
All along I was dreaming in the meantime.
I was laying down for the day,
until I could wake and see for myself that the grey
had vanished back from whence it came.
And June may now begin.
