Stranger

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STRANGER

 

Who is this woman I see?

I see her everyday

and she knows me…

she knows me.

My name she knows

My secrets she knows,

but her I do not know.

Infect I`ve seen her before.

I think I knew her one time,

But she’s a stranger

A stranger to me.

An associate in a way.

How could it be?

She knows everything,

but me, I know nothing.

She was my closest friend.

She was my sister…

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