You stood there perfectly bright in the sun

I thought you were free, you could be the one

Roaring engines, magnificent views

and I was free to see the light in you

Spirit flickered between us, we rounded the bend

My bullish love was strong, impossible to pretend

Soaring from mountain peaks into the deep end

And my heart paused midair, hanging in suspend

I heard someone say the other looked like me

Did she know about his heart? I have the key.

Or I did before, I thought I placed it right here

I turn to see you holding it, looking in the mirror.

Scrambling for your hand like a symbol of hope

I’m climbing up an unattainable piece of rope

I must have known you in a past life

I guess it’s plausible that you did me in with a knife

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