De-ja vu, the essence found, in quotations & art.
Sudden
Light
I
have been here before,
But
when or how I cannot tell:
I
know the grass beyond the door,
The
sweet, keen smell,
The
sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You
have been mine before,
How
long ago I may not know:
But
just when at the swallow’s soar
Your
neck turned so,
Some
veil did fall – I knew it all of yore.
Quote by Dante
Gabriel Rossetti
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