Why the skies can be green
3/05/2016
Stranger
O stranger
I know you,
And your strange strange ways..
Why wont you hold me
Til the dawn of a newer morn'
Til the dusk of a golden past
O stranger
You have gotten me spun
Spun in your strange strange ways..
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