I have been here before
But when or how I cannot tell
I know the grass beyond the door
The sweet, keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights along the shore.

You have been mine before,
How long ago I may not know
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, I knew it of yore.

By Suneil, humble servent of the Mojushai and Cyrene.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 303 AF.