"Myself I see in your eyes,as yourself you see in yours.But the difference is that you look at your face and I at your soul.You see yourself pretty,then you see yourself beastly and blink twice.See through my eyes,today. A darkened soul here,a lightening one there. And one moving from the light to the dark.I screech to help but only to hear my own echoes. A hundred and fifty am I aged. I've seen it all,and kept to myself. If only I could tell. I've seen how features differed but not the souls.That innocent lie that had to be covered by a hundred others. I've seen as you waited for your father at the door. And today I see as your daughter do the same. I've seen from rags to riches. But most of all, I have seen the affection constant through generations. I've seen all human and I still see it. Just a little dusted,that is all. A crack on the shell is all you need. If only I could tell. See through my eyes and you will see,the veil will be off to reveal,your beauty that I hold in my eyes,as your lashes blink with uncertainty.
I'm the mirror on the wall.
The darkest and fairest soul of them all.
I reflect just before you begin to fall,
And the saviour,yourself,then you shall call."
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