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Created on: August 10, 2008
Swallows.
Are the swallows dancing while they wait
To tell me something I already know?
A plain and simple message,
sent straight to my travelling spirit.
I would do anything to take the path
they fly me through.
But, they sit on the bough, swaying
in the wind and look at me.
They know I need a song en route.
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