The blazing heat,
The cool bitter air,
The whispering of the waves,
And I am flying free.
The sea birds call,
To the foam below,
That rolls to shore,
And I am flying free.
The air that sweeps the sand,
And flutters peoples' hair,
As I peer far below,
And I am flying free.
I call sweetly to the singing sea,
It echoes to the moving sand,
My wings flutter as I soar,
To the land I once called home.
I eat my fill,
And take off again,
O how I love to fly free.
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