swallow
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Burning houses,shattered voices
This is not what I want
Land is deserted now
O ! dear swallow, don't go
Don't leave my garden tree
I am requesting to
Stop this hate speach
Hearts are burning
Dipping out from the cloud-covered sky,the Tree Swallow returns to nest, surrounded by a thousand of its kind,the sultry summer air brushes off its glossy, blue topaz back. Like an arrow from the quiver,it plunges down from its nest hole, almost