A lonely seagul flies the wind
Majestic.. Soaring.. Gliding wings
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this birds 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 recieved so dearly tonight.
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