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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.