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Strange
It's strange
How you can feel alone
In a room,
Full of people.
It's strange
How an open fire
Can chill you,
To the bone.
It's strange
How the dark nights
And their peace,
Become lonely.
And strange
How you miss laughter
When all you can do,
Is cry.
And strange
How the sea
In all its roughness,
Can be so calm.
And strange
How the space
Where you should be,
Is now empty.
It's strange
How someone so alive
Can suddenly,
Be gone.
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