I am forever like Strawberry Fields,
A strange, pleasant song that is ceasing to yeild.
A sweet pretty bird on the windowsill,
Yet cruel and mysterious like the fool on the hill.
I guess I get by with help from my friends,
But also, like Jude, I must make amends.
And all of my secrets I try to conceal, 
Yes, I am forever like Strawberry Fields.

History: This was an assignment for English Honors II. I got a 100, and a comlpiment on using the works of "Lenin". I corrected her propmtly.

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