Mirror

Who's lovely face I see

In the looking-glass?

Surely they cannot be me

Alas

With locks of charcoal hair

So neat

And I certainly

Would like to meet

This lovely lady inside my mirror

Who could she be?

But when I walk away from the glass

She's gone

Disappeared so fast

I stand before the glass again

And she reappears

Magically

I certainly would like to meet this girl

But then I realize

I already have

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