Pearl-gray is the sky, And high within it, sailing by, Three sea-gulls fly. Pearl-white are they Against the sky`s obscurer gray— Sea-foam astray. Gulls, sea-gulls white, Drift of the day, drift of the night, Mine be your flight! Out—out, with you Beyond the noise, into the blue! Ah—if I knew!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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