May is coming

Flowers were blooming and big changes coming

By June you would be free

But May took you away fom us

Away from me

 

"I'll be back in two years"

thats what you told me

"I'll be famous by then"

Do you know time is runing out?

No

You're gone for good

 

As spring returns I remeber everything

I remember you and your energy

It wasn't there when I saw you for the last time

The last time

 

May is coming

You aren't

 

 

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