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The seagull flies high over sea

And the crow stands here, mocking,

I walk along the jagged shore

Looking beyond the horizon,

Nobody knows what I can see

But I envision great ships docking,

I travel lands full of olden lore

And great armies which men rise in;

I am both birds in one feather,

Mocking this world and its people

As I delve into another,

Yet I can’t help but yearn to fly over

It, but, stuck on the ground, cripple,

I am just an unrequited lover.

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No explanation for this one, I let the words carry me.

Hints and hunches are mine to keep.