In Another Life
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You were a man in a travelling show
Who sold potions, or maybe no
I made you the potions
Cause I had some substance notions
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You were a poet, tormented
Maybe even a little demented
I was there to write things down
Sometimes to be your literary clown
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You were a magician with top hat
Maybe even a little fat
I was the girl you cut in two
And I did that just for you
çdkjgsçdgYou piloted a baloon
Quite close to both sun and moon
I was your navigator
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You were a man in a travelling show
Who sold potions, or maybe no
I made you the potions
Cause I had some substance notions
lffdfçsç
You were a poet, tormented
Maybe even a little demented
I was there to write things down
Sometimes to be your literary clown
lçfkdsçlf
You were a magician with top hat
Maybe even a little fat
I was the girl you cut in two
And I did that just for you
çdkjgsçdgYou piloted a baloon
Quite close to both sun and moon
I was your navigator
Always sick, but never the quiter
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You searched for lost manuscripts
And strange, ancient artifacts
I helped you read the maps
And set all sorts of traps
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In another life, maybe
We were all these things and plenty more
In another life, could very well be
We were together, for sure
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