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, How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow`s soar Your 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 flight Still with our lives our love restore In death`s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?SourceThe script ran 0.006 seconds.
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