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Oh darling, won’t you come in April?

I’ll sit up on the windowsill, and

You can sing to me

Oh darling, won’t you come in early summer?

Come along with my nostalgia—

I want to crowd you

With my eyes, and my thighs, and with blackberry pie…

Or darling!! Let’s be autumn friends,

Til the end,

Come on let’s bend the rules—

Let’s forget to use the tools,

And build our house by hand.

And darling, can’t we make the winter ours?

For my soul is aching for the stars!

Let’s map heaven on the floor,

I swear I’ll never ask for more.