To walk a mile with you
Over and over again
Holding hands, crossing the bridge
in the rain
To talk and smile with you
Over and over again
To learn new ways to be; to live
and love again.
To know, yet act naïve
To see, yet remain blind
Are these ways new to me?
Or are they as old as time?
The answer lies
beyond a Lie,
Deja Vu.
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