To Déjà vu

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You see I have dwelt in the same story,
Over and again,
I know how it all begins,
And how it would end.
With a different set of characters,
With a different flavour of pain.
What you say has been said before,
Just from a different mouth,
What you do has been done before,
Just in a different way throughout.
I keep running into you,
Over and again,
You masked with a new face,
In a new lane.
And the story shamelessly,
Kicks off from the start,
With those same sense organs,
Playing their part.










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