the late swallows left
and as they headed skyward
for southern sunsets
so the trees
in which they played
all summer long
weeped in sorrow
and their leaves began to fall
the late swallows left
and as they headed skyward
for southern sunsets
so the trees
in which they played
all summer long
weeped in sorrow
and their leaves began to fall
Oscar Wilde would have loved this
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