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A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, — some way back, I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know I 've met the thing before; It just reminded me — 't was all — And came my way no more.