In life you pay for mistakes past, those past in this birth and last
I remember times, in a deep dark pit,
When I and you scratched words and kissed
I get dreams, of this life not, but lo behold of war-torn Europe
And someone reminded, of promises broken
May be courage, not lack of love then
That your wait, got alone and barren
There were lives lost, nobody thinks often
For true, it is very, hard to fathom
But each life had, a story told seldom
Stories that must complete, in next births for them
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