MIRROR
AFRAID TO LOOK AT ME. DON'T WANT TO TOUCH ME, YOU TALK AT ME, BUT NOT WITH ME ... REFLECTIONS OF DAYS PAST YOU SEE ...IN A MORNING'S ANGER I AWAKE TO SEE THEEE ... IF YOU BREAK ME, BAD FORTUNES SHALL YOU HAVE ... THOUGH SEVEN YEARS ARE MANY ... I THINK ! ... I SHALL ! ...
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