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- Sythe Gold
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Oh, my dear, when the May wind blows through thy hair
I see in your eyes the beauty of May; I cannot help but stare
And yet, as May winds blow, you stand strong
Thy sturdy build, thy flowing hair I so very much long
As you turn and begin to dwindle, as the month of May
Thy beauty does not fade; Thine eyes still shine the sun's rays
The gorgeous glory doth not waste away
Though your hair may turn gray, May
Your everlasting beauty cannot fade
I see in your eyes the beauty of May; I cannot help but stare
And yet, as May winds blow, you stand strong
Thy sturdy build, thy flowing hair I so very much long
As you turn and begin to dwindle, as the month of May
Thy beauty does not fade; Thine eyes still shine the sun's rays
The gorgeous glory doth not waste away
Though your hair may turn gray, May
Your everlasting beauty cannot fade



