..:: A stranger ::..
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Who’s that stranger?
Walking down the street
With bags full of paper
To the houses on his feet
He’s always around past noon
I wonder why
He’s there so soon
Tell me, who’s that guy?
When I’m walking home at 12 o’clock
I always see the man
Walking down the block
As fast as he can
Everyday I see him walking
And stopping at our place
He and my mum are talking
I can still remember his face
Now I know
He was there to see my mum
I remember seeing them glow
How could I be so dumb
I was asking myself
Is it true what I’ve seen
I was only twelve
Now it’ll never be how it’s been…
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: n0-4ng3l | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 december 2004 | ||
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