The wild wind blew on the high cliff-top

As I stared over the sea

The ocean's waves rocking

Pulsing through the land.

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The gulls are flying,

High above the water

Here they have no fear.

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This is my sanctuary.

My home.

And this world, 

Wilderness owns.

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When the summer's sun

Rises high into the sky

The creatures fly, without fear.

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They come to me, and I shelter them

When the solstice draws near.

And in that shortest night of the year,

I gaze at the starlight.

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You might ask me

How it is to be alone.

But I am not alone.

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I have the deer in the meadows

The fish in the sea

The eagles flying high

The snakes on the rock.

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And as I sit on the top cliff.

There is peace.

No people have come, to take the trees.

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And here in my land

The land of the free

Where me and the creatures

Finally live,

In Harmony.