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Two worlds

They collide

Unite and they fight

In an endless struggle to win



Don’t they see that they are united?

One



There is a land, and a history

And a girl with yellow roses in her hair



I saw us there

You were beautiful then

Your hair was the color of the sunset

Rich golden red, with a hint of pale rose

You lay in a field under a tree

Bare your skin glistened

You were smiling

I caressed you, kissed you



I think of the past

Not in this life time

But the past before that, and the life before



What torments your mind so?

That you can not love me

As I am

As you were

Oh how you changed



You were so beautiful then



You seem familiar to me

And so foreign