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i know i know you from somewhere

and we'll talk like we did back then

we will play the old games like old

people do when once we were, we

we were young like them, old fires

reap new harvest, how to explain

the way she lies, how to explain it

that look in your eyes forever just

a distance away from the echoes of

the missing effluence, may we sing

to keep the land settled then, and

seek to fill the emptiness with time

may there always be enough, and

when, there is visions masquerade

she playfully hides another hidden

hand, and steps in tune to take to

flight, there for a moment and of all

one to curtsy with burning laughter

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