If I write my initials on the air
It's like a magic seal or sign
That flows out into the atmosphere
Attesting I was here once
And wanted to bless the earth
Though I'm no priest or angel
But so when I return
After that long passage
Through the stars I'll find
What I have left behind
Here in this place and time
A stirring of air and light
A garden where I sat
Waiting for you to come home
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