Ôi lâu quá mới nghe được một bài hay như thế này, đem cất ở đây để ghi nhớ (nhặt từ blog PkRock).
Melancholic and poetic!
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again
June, sheґll change her tune,
In restless walks sheґll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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