I hear the seagulls cry,
And wish with them, I could fly.
The water all around,
Whispers I am no longer bound.
The sweet salty smell of the sea,
Fills my heart and I am free.
Then water reflects the setting sun,
And I know my battles are won.
Nothing brings me more glee,
Then being All At Sea.
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