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Coincidence Annie |
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Through glass refracted, temple tables turned |
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Unerring down the paths of artless dance, |
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And seemingly without rehearsal burned |
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Your way to distant hearts, which by some chance |
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Aligned with ancient facts you never knew, |
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A song-bird brimmed with synchronicity, |
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Announcing things that rhymed and then came true, |
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Like someone I was hoping you would be. |
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If you see Sally, say we’d like to hear |
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Just how she knew to call that very date. |
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To lesser men in faith it might appear |
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That souls so linked may overcome their fate, |
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But now I gather, like a falling cat, |
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Sometimes coincidence is simply that. |