A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey,
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The clapping of the hands,
The stomping of the feet,
The strumming of the guitars,
The shaking of the rattles,
A stranger called this morning.
He didn’t leave his name,
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.
Work done with Ms. Kelly.
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