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Gift Of The Seagull
A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free
I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight
The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly
by Munda
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
Abraham Lincoln
The highest tides in the world are at the Bay of Fundy, which separates New Brunswick from Nova Scotia. At some
times of the year the difference between high and low tide is 53 feet.
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