What is has always been
And will be forevermore
The spark is recognition
That our paths have crossed before
The knowing glance transcends
The miles and minutes in between
The illusion is the sense
That until now we've been unseen
Comfort calm and warmth comes
With the filters stripped away
A pause at the oasis
'Til we begin another day
Oh that this real communion
Stretched into all of time...
But it does.
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