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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
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