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January follows December with a month of rain |
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February waits for March to spring back again |
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April, May remove your clothes so go expose your skin |
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June comes on putting colour back into your skin |
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July lays a hint of blond straight through your hair |
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August may insist it's time we kiss before we disappears |
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September is here let the real New Year begin |
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October wears the colour of a rusting piece of tin |
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November we remember pin a poppy over your left breast |
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But December is a battleground for those of us who get depressed |
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But July throws a hint of blond right through our hair |
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And August may insist it's time we kiss before it disappears |
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We disappear... |
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And summer runs a hand of blond all though my hair |
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And August will insist it's time we kiss before it disappears |
