The steps of a stranger,
They seem to come nearer.
They are steps of a stranger,
In a strange land.
The wind blows the words;
Back into my mouth.
Oh God, what’s next?
The four horseman of the Apocalypse?
The steps of a stranger,
We seem to come nearer,
And I can see his face,
In the palm of my hand.
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