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Gift Of The Seagull | by Munda | A lonely seagull flies the winds Majestic... soaring...gliding wings A single screech sounds from the sky Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part I feel the beating of its heart My soul, one with this bird of sea Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul And soar the streams without a goal My being trembles of delight A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high The gift of what it means to fly
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