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I have been here before; When, where or how I cannot tell. I knew the grass beyond the door, The keen sweet smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before...
The poem reflects a sense of déjà vu and familiarity with nature, evoking memories of a past connection. The request is for a highly detailed pencil sketch of this nostalgic experience.
