Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
(...)
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
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