you came with the season,
as the first swallow sang,
a brown headed stranger with a five-letter name
and I know our days are numbered,
early bird of the summer,
you'll fly south just as the fall begins
as the first swallow sang,
a brown headed stranger with a five-letter name
and I know our days are numbered,
early bird of the summer,
you'll fly south just as the fall begins
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