She wrote her master's thesis
On the meditative life
Of a mountain nearby concluding
With a fairy tale about a lake
And what happened one night far out
I could never decipher
If she was entirely fictional
Or one of those passed over
But she accompanied me
All that day after I spotted her
In a strange town crossing the street
As if our meeting again had been arranged
Even though we had no future
Just the impulse to start again
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