Kiss and cling to them, kiss and leave them, Bright and beguiling:- Bright and beguiling, as She who glances Along the shore and the meadows along, And sings for heart's delight, and dances Crowned with apples, and ruddy, and strong:- Can we see thee, and not remember Thy sun-brown cheek and hair sun-golden, O sweet September?
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The Sun whispers, O remember! You have but thirty days to run, O sweet September!
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