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Strangers
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2008 Watching every face
that passes by me
on the street
Who are you?
We're all the same
We're all some variation
of the same shade
But chances are
I'll never know you
And chances are
I'll never see you again
unless I catch a glimpse of you
reflected in some the light
of some unassuming stranger's eye
whose name I'll never know
like yours
And if I do see you again
I won't recognize
your face
because you're just
one of the millions
and so am I
Which brings me back
to the original question-
What is it to be human
and who the hell
are we?
