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| Look in through the mirror, tell me what you see, beautiful or ugly, which one will it be. An enemy thats lurking, deep within the glass, a friend all so familuer, from somewhere in the past. Wake up to your beauty, or live within a lie, because the day will come, when you spread your wings and fly. Away from mirrors, away from glass, away from lurking visions, deep within your past. then the time will come and you will see, a beautiful person and think, that person is me. |
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