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Have we met before,
in times gone by?
Another life, another time,
knowing you. Not sure why.
During the memory given,
our path crossed, then.
I do not recall,
why or when.
Different lives, in times past,
when lost souls meet,
in another time or place.
Lost memories are bittersweet.
A Comment by Loy
Beautiful poem.
