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I’m a summer sun in a winter sky.
I’m a sacred spring that is always dry.
I’m a northern storm on a southern sea.
I’m a holly leaf in a willow tree.
Why does nothing fit in its proper place?
Someone else’s voice. Someone else’s face.
The glass reflects what will never be.
I see myself, but it isn’t me.
I’m a tangled knot I could never tie.
I know what life is, but I don’t know why.
I’m the kind of joke that can make you cry.
I’m a summer sun in a winter sky.
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