Laura

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You know the feeling of
something half remembered,
Of something that never happened Yet
you recall it well.
You know the feeling of
recogniying someone That
you've never met as
far as you could tell; well:

Laura, is the face in the místy light,
Footsteps that you hear clown the hall,

:S:
The laugh that floats on a summer night,
That you can never quite recall.
And you see Laura,
on the train that is passing thru,
Those eyes, how familiar they seem,
She gave your very first kiss to you,
That was Laura but she's only a dream. :S:

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