Oh why do the leaves of the mulberry tree whisper differently now? And why is the nightingale singing at noon on the mulberry bough? For some most mysterious reason this isnt garden I know No, its paradise now that was only a garden a moment a go Take my hand Im a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland a stranger in paradise If I stand starryeyed thats the danger in paradise For mortals who stand beside an angel like you I saw your face and I ascended Out of the commonplace into the rare Somewhere in space I hang suspended Until I know theres a chance that you care Wont you answer this fervent prayer Of a stranger in paradise Dont send me in dark despair from all that I hunger for But open your angels arms to this stranger in paradise And tell him that he need be a stranger no more
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