And when I see you flit about,

I wonder if the dead birds roam

In circles round their nestlings' home....

 

 

 

 

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The SwallowToC

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O Swallow! if I had your wings

I would not stay below;

I'd leave off catching flies and things

And up to Heaven I'd go.

I'd sail above the tallest tree

That waves its arms on high;

Beyond the furthest cloud we see,

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