A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of the clock
The popping of the toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes
The hissing of the frying-pan
The ticking of the girl
The bubbling of the bathtub
As it starts to fill
The drumming of the raindrops
On the window-pane
When you do the washing up
The gurgle of the drain
The crying of the baby
The squeak of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the chair
A stranger called this morning
He didn't leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same
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