starb Jim Morrison in Paris.
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People are strange
when you're a stranger,
faces look ugly
when you're alone.
Women seem wicked
when you're unwanted,
streets are uneven
when you're down.
When you're strange, faces come out in the rain,
when you're strange, noone remembers your name,
when you're strange, when you're strange, when you're strange.

(The Doors, People are Strange, aus "Strange Days", 1967)

Rest in peace, Jim. You too, Ray.