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Strangers


It's odd how we so often become  (strangers)

We reunite and then disappear (again)

How do we always come back to (this)

it's been quite a bit of (time) since I have seen you

How long before I (will) see you again

(You) have not a clue, do you?

I'm scared that maybe you'll (leave)

but if you leave, (for) how long?

they say (good) things come to those who wait

(please) don't go too far

I (don't) want to be strangers again.

  

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