Oh... I'm Evelyn the seagull eating rubbish, squawking down the sea. Oh... I'm invisible and a detested bird flying around. Not admired by anyone, but privileged I feel flying next to the ocean I love. Oh....unforgettable mornings with my "mews", my lovely or hated music to be listened to. Up and down, just flying above sometimes, but miserable when you push me down. Oh... I'm a hated bird all the time. I'm just feel loved when you meet me next to the coast. Oh.... then I know what it means to be loved. The only time you say: "I'm happy to see the seagulls because we are home". Then, I feel that I was born for a reason.
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