In the month of May
a girl was born
Lovely, oh lee, Haylee
Maybe raised in a castle of
Gold and stone.
Lovely, oh lee, Haylee.
Maybe, covered with shades of bronze and
formed into a kind of
beauty that's boasted in
the month of May.
Spring time, raised up in a
town where all seasons
begin, end and begin again,
and acceptance of change,
and resistance to times end.
While respecting all phases of one's life.
Maybe raised in a
garden, where maybe before,
and laid down to become you.
As you feed on what has already lived.
In the month of May,
someone was born.
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