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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
The Stranger
Silence...
It's strange to be a stranger,
The world don't fits,
Is not even in its needs;
He is a shadow from the dark
Sometimes just walking in a park
No trace, no space, no time
It's not worth a dime.
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