Every day he woke up something was a little different
Sometimes it was a lot different
He would fall asleep with green eyes and wake up with blue
He would wake up being gently rocked by the waves surrounded by cool sheets and comfort where he fell asleep in dirty rags on a corner
The people would be similar
Their names would most definitely change day to day
And he would never know why
It had been this way for a very long time
But he kept at it
Because every day he would spend his day looking for her
And every day, he would find her for the first time
She was always the same person, but always different
That was his gift and his curse
Every day was his first day meeting her
Trying all over again to win her love
And falling asleep knowing tomorrow, he would have to do it again
Smiling because he knew he would gladly
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