prompt#11, Swallow-lies

A quite summer morn
Some dogs bark,
A rooster crows:

A flock of birds, a flock, suddenly(3)
Fly, fly, take to sky

Far, far, far they fly and fly
Far, far, far they fly (2)
and the sun sighs
in quest so high(2)

Where, o, where are you fly
Why, o, why live this lie
Why o why on this paradise
you live this lie, you live this lie

A flock of birds, a flock , suddenly(3)
Fly, fly, fly, take to sky

And disappear out of sight

 

 

 

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