It's the same old mirror, to it I am new.
It's the same old face of mine, to it I am new.
It's the same old sunshine, to it I am new.
It's the same old everything, to it I am new.
It's the same old poem, to it I am new.
It's the same old word, to it I am new.
I am new to my self. I am new to me.
It's the same old world, to it I am new.
It feels so charmingly different when I am with you.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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