I have been here before
But when or how I cannot tell
I know the grass beyond the door,the sweet keen smell
The sighing sound,the lights around the shore
You have been mine before
Houlong ago,I am not know
But juat when at tjat swallow’s soar
You neck turned so
Some veil did fall-I knew it all of yore
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying glights
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite
And day and night yield one delight once more?
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