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I met you now.

entirely the wrong time. the wrong place. the wrong century.

i can feel any way i want about you

and it wont matter

its the wrong time

the wrong place

the wrong century

i could see you with me in venice wearing heavy brocades against the winter chill

having wine in a cafe, cajoling the owner about his children

or strolling through beirut before the troubles started

you would have gone anywhere with me

ready for whats next

you would have been my lover

my companion

my friend

and books would have been written about us

but its the wrong time

the wrong place

the wrong century

i can never have what i imagine

that reality that only i can see

but at least i can see it

and maybe it was all true

and i've just forgotten the details

and all i have left is that feeling that it was so