Mirror, mirror, standing tall,
Have you seen this one at all?
With a smile, or a frown,
Maybe wearing a golden crown.
Here today, tomorrow, never…
They might think they are so clever
Hiding with the world close-by,
Never around to ask why.
Tucked away so far from sight,
No where near the burning light,
That can show what is shrouded
With them all, it’s getting crowded.
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