I saw this mirror, I looked through it Reflections looked most better than all Cared too much, hating hatred Seeing things deformed and almost cold Crying sadly, shielding gladly my eyes From the ugly side of fat men seeing, almost Thin men peeping, sleeping, looking, falling Dizzy from their windows high The men of magic thinking if evil He was bringing sunless children Seeing all the bad, 'Cos beauty was too ugly And faceless people Wondered at the beautiful forms they had Now the mirror's broken I'm smiling, seeing good things Yet despite foot splinters swirl in the air Forever call him beauty Children come at night time Weird things blackening the fairest maiden's hair
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