Shh.... What do you hear?
Nothing but silence as I tremble in fear.
Knowing that you are approaching getting very near.
I don't know who you are, but you know me.
You are just a shawdow on the wall not visible to see.
I only see your silhouette as you come into the light.
Nevertheless seems to diasappear as you walk into the night.
You have known me for some time.
I only seen you from afar.
Not knowing your name, not knowing who you are.
When your prescence is near, I feel a sense of danger.
Even though you know who I am, but to me you're still a stranger.
A stranger in the morning, noon and night.
A stranger whose prescence I can not fight.
Your face is as blind to me as night skies blue.
Now could you please tell me stranger, who are you?
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