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Which story am I in?
Is a puzzle often posed
As one half of my brain
To the other.

Am I the fickle Kathy
Who treats a Heathcliff badly;
Or am I the loyal Heathcliff
Chasing Kathy?

Am I the comic hero
Like the likable Tamino;
Or am I just the sidekick,

Perhaps I’m Don Quixote
Jousting windmills even though they
Are not the fearsome giants
I’ve insisted

Could I be the mighty Oberon
Manipulating lovers with a faun;
Or am I just the honest Puck
Who gets it wrong?

Well, no, I’m none of them
Unless I’m all of them at once
As life’s more multifaceted
Than any fiction