Stranger

You meet a stranger on the street.
You shake their hand, you show your teeth.
They ask your name and where you sleep.
They take your bed, while you can weep.

You ask, why friend, what have you done?
Where have all your manners gone?
What made you choose, this ugly way?
Why can't you be, my friend today?

They say, well see, I am this way,
so you would never be like me.
I take and take and never give
So you could even cry or sing.

I take these things, I do not need.
To fill my own, sad destiny.
You see my heart, it's full of holes.
That’s why I take these darkened roles.

Jaga seda luuletust

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