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You can call her June Though she wasn't born that month And the things I would have song for her, would have been about all I wanted Nobody knows Why she was left alone Nobody knows, anything at all Anything about June... Oh June, who would sleep through all of November And some things growing in my windowsill, were there to make me remember.. Nobody knows, what she could have been Nobody knows....anything Anything about June Oh June Who I know disappeard in may And the things you'll hear in a lifetime Is nothing...nothing she would say Nobody knows...... From Letras Mania