That day on the street,
You were a stranger to me.
In a few days;
You became my love.
I became your love;
For a few days.
And before I knew,
I was a stranger to you.
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Sparks in the Dark
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Stranger.
That day on the street,
You were a stranger to me.
In a few days;
You became my love.
I became your love;
For a few days.
And before I knew,
I was a stranger to you.
