Living on the edges of the social order most of my life, I encounter Truth in unlikely places in disreputable disarray wearing the cast-off rags o...
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Living on the edges of the social order most of my life, I encounter Truth in unlikely places in disreputable disarray wearing the cast-off rags of those things we fear most to love. As a consequence,
I am a stranger In a strange land, I cannot reason nor understand The customs of your country Nor their demand. I am a stranger In a strange land.
I can't take your hand For though we're both humankind, I am a stranger In a strange time Of cycles and endings Of beginnings unrhymed. I walk on your city streets And though I'm a man, You've made me a stranger In a strange land.
I cannot cross over Nor can I span The waters that cleave us Nor the Spirit that commands Our separate realities Nor can I find A reason for your strange gods, You'll say that I'm blind!
Or is it you're stranger Than my estranged mind. I am a stranger In a strange
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