Do you remember what I said back in December?
"To Be Alone in Winter is a Deadly Thing."
SOL D'INVERNO E COSA DA MORIRE!
"No one is alone in April."
NIUNO E SOLO L'APRIL.
April, come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune.
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I'll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
-Simon & Garfunkel-
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Never trust the man who tells you all his troubles but keeps from you all his joys.
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