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Dear swallow, Don't land on my gate
You will hurt your black wings
My gate has sharp stakes
I know that well
Dear swallow, Don't circle in front of my window
Don't tease me - I am already hurting
I would love to fly away with you
And be free
Dear swallow, Can you see the fires in the field?
Aren't those grasses burning for me?
Aren't those bells tolling for me?
Ripped chiming
Dear swallow, You know my soul is sore
There are people standing at my gate
Who is riding in the wedding carriage?
Someone I fear
I will run after you
From my yard to the field
From the field to the sea and the cliffs
From the cliffs I will fly over the waters
And turn into your black sister
I will sing my songs with your swallow voice
I will have the same forked tail
Take me with you
Black but alive