On my way to earth
I have a happy hazy memory
Of a week spent on the moon
I remember a lot of music
We never heard before
A stream drifting us past
Pictures of our life to come
And then falling asleep by a fire
With the moon beneath us
And the stars one by one
Lifting us into flight
It would take us centuries to wake
As babies just to learn to speak
I love you one more time
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