Turning, turning slowly, Darkness all around, Though i am misused and ill treated, I never stop, I never frown, I am cold, I am hot, I am happy, I am not, Just as i feel as if there is no end, Sparks of happiness fly around me giving me the will to live on. What am i? you ask. I laugh. You already know.
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