Stranger, stranger, knock on the door...
You look familiar, so tell me more.
Rainbows bright, raindrops pure...
We have met before, for sure.
Laughter and fun, pain there was none,
For all my miseries, you were the cure.
Stranger, stranger, what happened then...
Why there is sadness, so much of pain.
Things changed, memories did fade...
Hurting words, we both said.
Stranger we are now, stranger we were then...
Could we be back, to being friends again?
Friday, January 2, 2009
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Friends are always strangers before becoming friends; and when we become friends we just forget the stranger self of that person. Actually friend self and stranger self are two sides of a coin. If we are lucky we get to see both sides...otherwise we just think someone as stranger or friend...
so the stranger and friend coexist?
probably they do
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