No one ever speaks of soaring
On mighty seagull wings
And yet their wings can lift them up
Above all earth bound things
They may not soar in majesty
But they still dance the wind
Their wings, though smaller and less swift,
Get them there in the end
So like a seagull on the wing
You may not be the best
But there are those, bound to the earth,
Who think that you are blest!
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