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Like The SwallowLyricsShe's like the swallow / that flies so high. / She's like the river / that never runs dry. / She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, / I love my love, and love is no more. / It's out of roses / she made her bed. / A stolen pillow / for her head. / She's like the sunshine on the lea-shore, / I love my love, and love is no more. / Credits
TriviaThe "experimental" track on the album, very ARKane-ish guitar noises and things. Very nice, too. Versions and sources
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