Song from a seagull

Hetakes stones,called her,kissed her in the breaking,climbed a mountain, three thousand milesmissed her flowersand branches; climbed a tree. A manasked her of goodbye,writes his papers,profitsmemory. A ladysometimes calls,brought her laughternow she fears.Manis bleeding,a dreamer sees; will lose. Heart is hollow.She is free.

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