The dark swallow is returning
From a distant land.
The blessed storks come back
And bring new happiness.
On this spring morning
So overcast and warm
It seems to me I have found again
The sorrow of a former love.
It's as if someone gently
Touched me on the shoulder,
As if I heard a rustling
Like the flight of a dove.
There's a knocking at my door
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