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Two island swans
They mated for life
And his faithful heart
Would not consider any other wife
With three years of peaceful joy
With the rushes of the pond
Proud and gentle was the love
Of the last two island swans.
There love was like a circle
With no beginning and no end
With his lady by his side
A treasure and best friend
And the pond was oh so peaceful
And the rising of the sun
Young and free as theisland breeze
Their lives had just begun
Till a dark day in November
With the seering cold that starts
Stalked the hunter with his bow
HATA BİLDİR
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