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Who is he,
Who is he that walks the road
Alone and all weighed down
No one wants to give him love
Hes treated as some clown
Who is he that calls my name
Yet i know not who he is
How can i accept his charms
When its him i do not miss
Who is he that stands so frail
In his garden made for two
As he mistaken me for someone else
Its what some folk usually do
Who is he that walks alone
And will i ever know
The man that invades my dreams
Seems to come by then go
Who is he that's all i ask
Its driving me insane
If only dreams all come true
I would not suffer this pain
Who is this man do you know
Maybe hes in your dreams as well
Hes hot and inflamed with fire
Behind him a sign for HELL.
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