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An Albatross flew softly
To the south where there was home
His instinct lead him quickly
To his bride who would warmly welcome
And as he saw his lover
With a breeze of the wind
He tried to land, he flew lower
Towards the bride he once did win
Many years had passed
And many travels had been done
Since they first mated
And answered the call to be one
Since the fledglings hatched
Whom they lovingly reared and fed
Since the wind itself their children matched
With strength their wings had gained
True lovers they would still be
Till death between them shall come
They would now depart, to again meet
And mate in the south, their home
Separation nourishes the union
Strengthening their natural bond
For eager they are at reunion
When each has flown alone
Weybridge, Surrey, H7/25/11/1978