The chancellors full of pump and pride
Are fat as pigs at harvest tide
The dryads in the tither woods
Are drunk with wine as village fools
Shy and quiet in the day
Beautiful elves have come out to play
The sandman his trail golden
Sifts his sands over the faces
Of sweet little babies
With angel faces
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I love strange people
The way they're different
So mysterious
Extraordinary
They color life's monotony
With bright splashes
And generate intrigue
I love strange people
The way they're perplexing and complex
Like an unsolved puzzle
I love strange people
For they have a story to tell
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People who feel boxed in
People who are lonely
People who are overflowing with words
They cannot speak
People who are hurt and afraid
People who feel like they're falling in the dark
People without hope
People who are dreamless, sleepless
Lost in life
People who feel pain and despair
And there's nowhere to turn in this dark prison
Of sorrow and tears
Those are the ones my heart goes out to