It's time
Time to go
I know it's a long journey
I know you must fly
But I'll miss you
Miss you so
The sound every day
High above in the sky
Every year
In early spring
I am so very happy
To hear you again
But now
At the end of July
Now I'm sad
Because I will miss you
I will have to wait
An autumn and winter
Before I will
See and hear you again
Fly safe, swallow
© KH
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