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Fly silly seabird |
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No dreams can possess you |
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No voices can blame you |
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For sun on your wings |
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My gentle relations |
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Have names they must call me |
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For loving the freedom |
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Of all flying things |
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My dreams with the seagulls fly |
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Out of reach out of cry |
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I came to the city |
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And lived like old Crusoe |
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On an island of noise |
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In a cobblestone sea |
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And the beaches were concrete |
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And the stars paid a light bill |
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And the blossoms hung false |
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On their store window trees |
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My dreams with the seagulls fly |
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Out of reach out of cry |
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Out of the city |
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And down to the seaside |
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To sun on my shoulders |
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And wind in my hair |
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But sandcastles crumble |
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And hunger is human |
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And humans are hungry |
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For worlds they can't share |
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My dreams with the seagulls fly |
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Out of reach out of cry |
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I call to a seagull |
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Who dives to the waters |
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And catches his silver-fine |
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Dinner alone |
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Crying where are the footprints |
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That danced on these beaches |
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And the hands that cast wishes |
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That sunk like a stone |
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My dreams with the seagulls fly |
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Out of reach out of cry |
