How is it that I can be surrounded by a thousand happy things,
But none of them myself?

For I can ride my bike through a happy breeze
Through a happy park,
And hear the children run and play
Accompanied by a happy dog's bark,
I can watch a father and son
Practice summer ball
In the winter air
Without a care at all,
And I can sit and enjoy
A brilliant and beautiful sunset,
Yet somehow after all the colors
I still have some regret.

And I will not deny that I am at peace
In a fresh fallen snow,
But soon the pale blanket will melt
And that content feeling seems to follow.
What's more I can gaze at the friendly moon
Until the bitter end of time,
But no smile, wish, or hello I give
Ever makes him a friend of mine.
And I can look at the stars laughing in the night
Watching as they dance and twirl
Across the milky ballroom floor
But to join, oh they never ask this lonely girl.
And I can whistle to the birds
Until I run out of breath,
But they never share their words
Or their songs with me,
And as much as I enjoy the opera of the frogs
Never will they sing when I’m near
For I suppose that my monstrous self
Causes their little beings fear.

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