Stranger's Journey
A dark shadow, unknown throughout
tired from travel, in my town he was about
In trade for food, water and bread
He told of stories, near and far both said
Strangers spoke, while I listened
of the wonderous lands, I've never seen
or dreamed in
My desire for stories, tales of the heart
from a stranger, who told from heaven and hell as well
When one passes, another will come in
I will listen to each one of them, until the angels descend
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