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I'm sure I've seen this place before,
Sure I've paced along this floor.
This funny feeling fills my mind,
Sanity so hard to find.

That creaking gate and grass so tall,
I recognize them most of all.
But sure am i this place is new,
I can't recall a previous view.

The feeling almost knocks me down,
It's hard to breathe, i can't turn round.
For if i could, with all my might,
I'd run so far with fear or fright.

But there i am stood rooted here,
Wondering what had drawn me near.
The path i walked was not one chose,
Perhaps its fate, perhaps, who knows.

Confusion soon takes sense away,
I've been here once before today.
I must have or i wouldn't see,
Familiar sights in front of me.

It's unexplained and warps my mind,
Whats that noise i hear behind?
The gate has closed behind my back,
My footprints settle on the track.

For only seconds passed me by,
It seemed a lifetime from my eye.
This brief encounter long will stay,
Had i been here before or gone out of my way?

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