Today, again, I fly
Crossing times as I pass over
The lands that spread below
Beribboned by rivers
Hidden by clouds
And I once again find my way
To a place where I have been
Before
Many times, now
And seem to be expected
It is a comfort to be looked for
To have folks waiting
Happily
To see me arriving
I have been looked for
For other causes
Far less pleasant to me in their effects
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