Every night while I'm asleep
My friend and I sit down to weep
And laugh and tell our stories
Of what almost happened and what did
He talks in pictures of the other life
We lived the day before and what
New nursery rhymes he's sketching
From the indications of the stars
For our next birth that's coming
Shortly in the morning
He writes down my instructions
And some things to take along
In a code we share in invisible ink
And then leaves me to it if I dare
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