A sense of déjà vu

Like one forgets

What was never meant to be,

Your eyes, your lips, your smile,

Will fade away

From my memory.

And when all is forgotten,

Our paths will cross again.

And when our eyes meet,

I will smile at you,

Like one smiles at a stranger.

Sweet innocent smile,

With that sense of Déjà vu.

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