Charles Ives - The White Gulls
Over waters gray like steel
The white gulls call and cry
As they spread their wings and fly
The white gulls sink to rest
On the tides slow heaving breast
Souls of men that turn and wheel
Over waters cold as steel
Souls of men that call and cry
As tehy know not where to fly
Souls of men that sink to rest
On an all receiving breast
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