All the forgotten lands
And their heroes, dead and buried
In your eyes, the sound of the waves
from silent nights with a full moon
Something ancient, yet struggling to be remembered
Something not yet born, but long prophesied
It's like I have known you all my life
And all the previous ones I had (if any)
It's like I didn't even meet you yet
A stranger of infinite beauty
But still so close, that no man ever could be
Oh, those eyes, with so many things to tell/hide
Do I have to get that confused
Every time you look at me?
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