The songbird looked up
to the sky above,
Singing love songs, to
the swallow with love,
Oh Swallow, how I want
to fly away with you,
But my wings only take
me as high as the dew.
Swallow swooped low to
hear the songbird´s voice,
Oh if only, as a swallow,
I could have that choice,
My dear songbird, how I
want to get closer to you,
But my wings only permit
me, to stay up in sky blue.
The swallow fell in love
with the songbird´s singing,
And songbird, enamoured
with swallow´s high winging,
So they met between the
morn´s dew & heaven above,
Waltzing in separation,
their impossible winged love.
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