A brief moment of strange recognition
yet I cannot recall visiting this place
prior to this swift, meaningful vision:
I don't know you, and yet I know your face.
Was it in a dream where your visage appeared,
or a former life where once we were lovers?
This strange sensation is not to be feared,
for I'm certain that we knew one another.
You look in my eye, and then through my gaze
as if I'm smoke in the air surrounds us,
but I find myself lost in memory's maze
trying to know this feeling that astounds us.
The true meaning of déjà vu is not known,
but it cheers my fears for I feel less alone.
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