Stranger on a windmill, whose name are you
Tall and sturdy, muscles though hardly
Lips seems full, and eyes too cool
Speak of a word, voice too likely

And stranger on a windmill, tell me of lies
Lies which you tell to everyone
The city craves of you, the stranger
The stranger who aggravates quite a few

But stranger on a windmill, cry for me
Cry all the buckets you've left behind
Cry because all work's worth is sliced to none
Cry for all the voices who reach to you
Cry because my state is desperate too

Stranger on a windmill, tell me why
Why you left, was I too demanding-
Was I why? Please stranger do
Do something, anything will do

Stranger on a windmill rush onto stage
Stage where we'll all share and kept
Stranger on a windmill reply back
Back to me, anywhere will do

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Sincerely,
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