August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I´ll remember.
A love once new has now grown old.
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THE PUBLIC GARDEN - SUMMER'S LEASE
“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
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