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Mirror Mirror


I'm stranded

I don't know when I'm getting home

But I know I have my mirror

My mirror to hold close to my home

So now my home is my face

And my face is around as a kids bouncy ball and as smooth as baby's bottom

So now this is exactly why my mirror is important

I like to look at myself and say "girl you're beautiful" as beautiful as you can be

And if I don’t hear it from nobody else since  I'm stranded on this island

My mirror will help me see

So now you see why my mirror is important to me I have my mirror for the rest of my life to see this beauty that’s glowing from me

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