I am the air that eddies there
I am the soft curl in a newborns hair
I sweep the early morning light
I reach up and lightly kiss each night
I am the flash off molten rock
The thief of time on the grandfather clock
You feel my heat in each summers day
I am winters ice that fades away
The purest gift I am to give, I want for nothing,
I exist simply to live;
I am the love that's in the air,
I am the light that lives everywhere
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