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 All the seasons moving Move their minds alike Applauding, acclaiming, approving All hours of the year that strike.

So my heart may fret not, Wondering if my friend Remember me not or forget not Or ever the month find end.

Not that love sows lighter Seed in children sown, But that life being lit in them brighter Moves fleeter than even our own.

May nor yet September Binds their hearts, that yet Remember, forget, and remember, Forget, and recall, and forget.