August
Goodbye my little August
Of 2025
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
But now September’s on the verge
And we both have to go
For soon the autumn will emerge
Out of the cold wind’s blow
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More withered leaves at your back door
But memories remain like new
We've cared of this before.
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