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I saw the door ahead slightly move
And thought it was you who was returning home tired
But it was the wind thru’ the groove
Playing hide n seek with my senses already wired

I felt a gentle caress at the nape
And thought it was you catching me by surprise
But it just the lifeless drape
That had decided to soar to its rare highs

I heard a faint clang somewhere near
And thought it was you up for your daily tea tasting
But it was only the usual kitchen gear
That had lost its balance, and dropped into the sink

I have been fooled like so before
By elements and objects, and that’s not a crime
I shan’t be dejected by this anymore
And will still think it’s you, yet another time