A stranger appears
In the mist
This; figure I know
as he sits
Through the dark and all the gray
Making out his bearded face
Jacket torn, hat so
worn
The way he moved I could have sworn
Frozen in time
I could not speak
Looking at you some how makes me weak
You fade away into the night
My body rests
as I lye
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