Each and every day
Are the stories of our past
Not just lies that people say.
The legends people tell you
Are not just from the mind
They are the truths that have been hidden
Left here for us to find.
How do I know, you ask?
Well that is simple and plain
For I was there my friend
And no, I'm not insane.
I tell you my story
Not as who I am now
But from a life, long past
Come back when they allow.
So forget what you know
What you thought that you knew
And if you tell me your story
I will tell you mine, too.
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