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If ever we impeached you
It wouldn't be in summer.
Seeing you in summer
you never would go.
But, if ever we impeached you, It couldn't be in
autumn, how you'd leave in
autumn we all want to
know. Oh, no not in spring
time, summer, winter or fall
Never could You leave at all