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  1. 5/12/2016
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    Today, I met her again,
    This woman in austere robes,
    Who once told me that
    She too was married once.

    This time, not in a dream,
    Not through my eyes,
    But in the sound of my voice
    As I retold her story once again.

    As I uttered her words,
    I made them mine,
    For indeed those words are mine,
    Spoken from a life that I have lived.

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