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The wind on my face
Gliding up so high
Taking me out of this place
The waves always moving as in a dance
Over the rocks and sand they flow
how I wish I had the chance
I just need to go
The clouds are white and calling
Like a voice I've always heard
From my past I'm falling
I want to fly like that bird
Graceful, a soft gray
His screech
Just another day
Soaring out of reach
Wish I could fly like a seagull in the sky
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