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Again and Again


I think I loved you in a past life—

must be something in your deep, dark eyes.

Perhaps I was your cute little wife,

loving you truly in that past life.

Or maybe we were star-crossed, a knife

buried in our hearts—a precious prize

for the love we shared in that past life.

I find myself lost in your dark eyes.





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