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The birds fly away
When the weather turns to autumn
In spring they return.

They fly, fly, fly,
Their wings carry them;

Suddenly you notice
That they already
Drink of the distant blue sky.

They fly so swiftly that one takes
Them as disappearing dreams.

What flies more swiftly
Than the birds? Life!

But, unlike the birds,
It never comes back.

…………………………………………..Adapted From “Satantango,” a Hungarian Film