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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Welcome to the enchanted forest.
It's always winter and never Christmas here,
It's only happy holidays this year,
And everywhere you go
All you see is ice and snow.
I know you're lonely now
But never fear...
You're no stranger over the border
I've got all my love to deliver
You be my American fall
And I'll be your Canadian winter.
It's not your land, it's not my land.
Maybe it was Turtle Island first
Before we brought our superstitious quirks
Like giving places names
To forget that we're the same -
Both losers at a game
That doesn't work...
You're no stranger over the border
I've got all my love to deliver
You be my American fall
And I'll be your Canadian winter.
You say I'm gentle,
You say I'm nice.
You overlook all the snow and ice.
You say I'm always polite;
I hope you're right!
Maybe we're just beautiful_losers
in the style of C.S. Lewis.
Maybe you're not serious either?
Prove me wrong and call me a liar.
You're no stranger without a border,
Nations fall and ice castles splinter
Into allegorical fragments
That may, someday, rhyme with winter.
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