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Perspective: May

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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