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Seagull Flying Low
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Memories I saw a poet's artful pen held in a gentle hand
I felt your poet's heart within our dream-built edenland
In magic lands of friendship, we soared so very high
With your kind and gentle strokes, you taught me how to fly.
And as we flew, I saw the tears, I saw the tears of two
One I claimed to be my own, the other came from you
Can you see the seagull there, look up, and you will see
One set of wings is flying low; that seagull is me.
I can see the apple orchards left behind by you and me
I can see the comfort offered as I talked about the sea
Still the vision through my tears is empty every night
For I have lost my partner, and endure a lonely flight
We have flown a thousand skies, together, you and me
We have surveyed the garden, and sampled every tree
But people and their times are not forever one
And friendships are reduced to silhouettes against the sun.
