S-weet flower in July
A-ttracts butterflies and bees;
R-ed roses in the garden
A-re now blooming to please.
M-idst thickets and thorns,
A-rises one lovely flower;
Y-oung, pretty and fragrant, with perfume she has filled the air.
R-ain at night makes her fresh,
E-arly morning mist too;
G-ood weather connives,
A-s every drop of dew.
D-ay twenty in seventh month, the shadow passes by;
O-ne blossom not in May but sweet flower in July.
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