Stranger

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 Away from the din and bustle of the world I live in silence 

When everything sinks into the darkness of

That majesty night , the clock ticking away 

Along with the voice of crickets outside

What is happening inside and outside 

Takes me to that time, to that strange world

Where I am a stranger and soaked by crowd

That journey starts with fascinating music

And I am the passenger of a midnight train.

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