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Gills

Those drifting dreamers welcome me
They find comfort in the sea
Their selkies come in on the tide
Offer to take me for a ride

I cross to them on burning sand
Farewell to the dying land
So long to those flaming hills
It's high time that I grew gills.
Written by crowfly
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