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| Everyone seems to love me, I don�t know why it is, They look at me and smile, They come to me all the time, When there�s something important, I always see them, They do their hair and makeup, Sometimes they even just stare, They look but cant decide, What�s better or worse, Yet I still cant figure, Why they do, For a Glass piece like me, Isn�t anything new, Still though, I like the friends, Anyways they cant see me, For all they know me as, Is what they see and all they see, Is themself staring right through me. |
| What am I... |
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| By Angel Wings copyrighted 2001 |
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