You came with the season as the first swallow sang

A brown headed stranger with a five-letter name.
We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
My feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home.
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My cheeks red like fire engines racing
Straight to the heat of your skin.
And I know our days are numbered, early bird of the summer
You'll fly south just as the Fall begins.
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Gone is the pale hand of Winter,
Here is the first flush of May,
And soon I will discover whether birds of the Summer fly in circles or just fly away.