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A conversation with a stranger
Across a rumpled unmade bed
The sound of her voice rolling
Against the thunder in my head
And I felt so low and tired
So full of hurt despair
Didn't know where I was
Or how I'd arrived there

But I was talking to this stranger
The way I'd not talked for years
And she was sitting listening
Through all my words and fears
And she was talking to me
She said I understand
And she was crying too
As she held and squeezed my hand

And I talked for hours with this stranger
Just someone I chanced to meet
As I'd looked for salvation in a bottle
In that bar in a dingy Berlin street
Whose very quietness
Had lured me inside
To drink in my solitude
To sit and quietly hide

Now I was talking to this stranger
And she'd made me learn
My life was worth its living
As I'd listened in my turn
We'd sat and talked for hours
Through that long summer night
Until  through the window
We saw the new day's breaking light

Then I'd made love with that stranger
Not really a stranger anymore
And then we'd left that room
Parted at that hotel's door
Without a single backward glance
Just a stranger I'd happened to meet
Who'd given me back life by listening
In that bar on that dingy Berlin street

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