I’m talking to you, old friend, again, for I missed you very much. I hated for you to leave me, old friend, words I’ve known before are again, I’m seeing you again.
I’ve known you all along, new friend, you’ve come before, again. I tell such truths to inhibit, and there, that hair that was black, again
You tell your life the same, new friend, the one I know that’s old, will you hurt me again new friend, just as when you were old.
I feel We are of a cycle, and everything that rises must converge, and let it rise again.