The swallows gather on the wires
Chattering, impatient to depart,
To leave their summer lanes for foreign skies.
For me too a leave-taking draws near.
With the spring, the swallows will return.
But I may not be there.
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The swallows gather on the wires
Chattering, impatient to depart,
To leave their summer lanes for foreign skies.
For me too a leave-taking draws near.
With the spring, the swallows will return.
But I may not be there.
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