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A mirrors' view... what's seen... |
Mirror, mirror, You are standing against the wall. I look into you to see me But my eyes they do fall. Mirror, my mirror, Oh how i wish you were my friend. But there's no one looking back at me When it is i that is looking in. Mirror, oh mirror, Why must this be? When i look into your cold, cold glass i can see none of me. i see what was, And all who have shared in this sad old core, But i can see not i. For i am no more. Though there is always a tomorrow On life's most wavy shore. For me, i can see not a ripple As i stand here on this lonely floor. I am here looking in to see what image there is left of me, But i can find there is not a trace. For when i look into your cold and rigid stare, I can see there is only an old stranger's face. Mirror, poor mirror, How i could feel for thee You stand here looking out, and what do you see? Is it, could it, could it really be me? Mirror, you silly mirror, all there is i feel is your cold and icy glaze. Is this all there is for me, for the rest of my days? Mirror, my poor, poor mirror, i look in and i can no longer endure. Oh, with my bloody, bloody hands i look down; Now, you are merely shards of glass lying on the floor. |