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| The Flight by Susan Teasdale 1884 - 1993 Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in ur love as a light wind lifts a swallow, Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain, But what if I heard my first love calling me again? Hold me on ur heart as the brave sea holds the foam, Take me far away to the hills that hide ur home, Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door, But what if I heard my first love calling me once more? then :: now :: that |