Light warms you in winter,

And in summer it makes you say no more.

It snares you by its polish.

Scarcely sometimes welcoming,

But mostly sham and dull.


I asked it, "What so special?

Give an answer to me in the riddle".

It said, "My dizzying light!

Whenever it falls on someone,

He would go mad".


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