Again August
August races along the street
on a fast horse.
He wants to catch up to red-haired Autumn.
But she is already in a distant kingdom
and does not miss him at all.
The true knight of another's bride,
He smells of apples and flowers,
and accompanied with a guitar,
sings a sad song
somewhere in a forest .
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