A thousand times I felt like this and
It's all the same but it's like amiss.
I sigh,
‘Cause it's all recur.
Thou smile with magical allure.
I enamored about thy jest,
To find a reason was I can't guess.
Mirth I felt upon my heart
And it does all recur
Even from the start.
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