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Freedom Gull has found his home

In between the shades of darkness and the light

There's a passage to freedom that might

Take him away from his little cell

Let him soar like the morning gull

He can hear the jazz rumble down from Polk Street

Where he knows all kinds of delights are free for the treat

Still sitting here resting his bones

The breeze whispers him her sweet tones

He's had a lot of time to think up here

Quite enough to fess up and get his head clear

So wind float over to rescue his soul

For his hopeful heart has found a happy home

He'll just keep watching the tide roll in

Feels like nothing's gonna hurt his mind again

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