Next came July
The month like a fly
Next came July
The way she sighed, I just knew
Next came July
My life flew by
Next came July for you

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One Year, Twelve Months
PoetryOne year. Twelve Months. Three Hundred and Sixty Five days. This is a story about first love, long distance relationship, and heart-break. What can happen in just one year?
July
Next came July
The month like a fly
Next came July
The way she sighed, I just knew
Next came July
My life flew by
Next came July for you