"May Day".
The Poet
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I'm sat here, remembering yesteryear Mays.
They're striking my heart, as much happier days.
Yet, the diaries I wrote; they emote, and dismay.
For, those pre-summer times, were, too, spent in the shade.
They're striking my heart, as much happier days.
Yet, the diaries I wrote; they emote, and dismay.
For, those pre-summer times, were, too, spent in the shade.
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