A lonely bird flies across the sky
Brilliant... gliding wings fly
A single squeak sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... be here to fly
My timbre floats to be a part
I feel the beating in my heart
My spirit, one with this bird of sea
Now knows how worth is to fly free
I feel the winds deep in my soul
And soar are the streams without a goal
My being tizzies of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flying at great height
The gift of what it means to fly
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