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Now our paths cross
right here again,
beneath grey sky
among red leaves.
I see your tears
and hear your sobs -
tell me stranger,
why do you cry?
My dear Stranger,
forlorn and lost,
no comfort for you
in my cold arms.
Yet as lightning,
it struck me thus -
there's a mirror
in front of me.
Beg your pardon,
do I know you?
Pray thee stranger,
tell me the truth.
Cool tears blind me,
scalding the heart
Do I see me,
stranger no more?
Hey there, Stranger -
it's been a while
since we last talked,
seen each other.