Mirror

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in front of my mirror mirror
I see a figure standing silently
his eyes despise
looked at me reproachfully
a thin smile on her lips almost vanished
decorated with a thousand cercas

there is a feeling in the heart
about selflessness
about my gratitude that has gone away

in front of my glass mirror
I see a figure standing silently
his eyes looked full of puja
staring at me meaningfully
a thin smile on his lips will say
You are so perfect

there is a feeling in the heart
about the arrogance that lay within
about conscience without conscience

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