SIGNAL OF CHANGE
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I hear them when summer leaves
have colored gold
on crystal mornings turning cold
Long necks stretched like compass needles
pointed south and fly in V
formation
perfect symmetry
through skies of sapphire
and sing to me a sad song,
a lonely goodbye melody
taking summer with them
as winter winds come rushing in.
Suzzane copyright ©1993
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