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September came and on hei lips was^ touch of August sun.
And as she passed the dancing l<&Ves she gently kissed each one They little knew her sweet caress would turn their green to brown And helplessly they soon wmld lie upon an autumn ground.
The flowers that bloom pra'usely beneath a summer sky,
The honey bee, the gird's sveet song - the jaunty butterfly,
Must pass into oblivion, ths seems the faker's way To let us know we all mustace this LifeOs September Day.