The Stranger
Stranger dont shy away
I heard you sing in the late late nights.
I am a Sleepless painter
I paint in the dark
You sang to the night
In some nights you sang to me too
I saw you once in your window
silver with the moon
The smoke from your cigarette,
your gaze in the dark
Where were they heading?
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