Mirror, Mirror
Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who is the brightest of them all
Miror mirror, who do you see
If you value your glass, it better be me
Mister mister, on the wall
you are my friend, out of them all
Mirror Mirror what's behind you
Save me from the things I see
If I can hide them, from the world,
Why won't you let me hide from me
Missus Missus, in the rain
Why do you bring me only pain
Child, Child that I used to see
Why do you insist
To cease to be me
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