Is September ! Flowers month, winter goodbyes, and open flowers in my head in sweet expectation that everything mean will be, be ... And this rainy night, see that exist good thinks inside of me. And one history can exist in September month.
Is September, the winter go away and take my fears, Spring comes wake me fast, the air is clean. September flowers month, month that fairies comes to play. The most beautiful month.
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