Mirror on the Wall
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall,
Why can't I just give my all.
Why can't I be what everybody see's in me.
Everything seems taken from me.
All my dreams and all my plans, lord, I place them in your hands.
Therefor, I cannot use them again.
---Reflected Legend
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