Stranger, stranger in a stange land. He looked at me as one who should run. We asked him to smile for a photograph. Waited a while to see if we could make him laugh.
So did I seek for a cigarette. His smiling face I can't forget. It looked like it crossed the street. He said, I'll wait here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here.
Stranger, stranger in a strange land. He look at me like I was the one who should run. I watched as he watched us get back on the bus. I watched there it was. The way it was there. He was with us. And I really don't mind sleeping on the floor. I can't sleep after what I saw. I wrote this letter to tell you, The way I feel. I wish you were here. To see what I could see, and hear. I wish you were here.
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