boomerang
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
The soul who comes into my place
The one who steals a brand new face?
Is it fair for me to cry
When the first he had an alibi
And is it fair to suspect
The real thief who lacked respect
Mirror, mirror on the wall
What is the truth, behind the fall
Did I only need to see
The reluctance of my paintings
leaving me?
dar
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