| There she stood alone
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| Bathed by the moonlight
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| Inside her dwelling she has stayed
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| For all she can recall
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| The mirrors that surround her
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| To which her image now is bound
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| Tell her lies about her beauty
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| And reality is unfound
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| The house that which she stays in Was old and made of stone
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| The walls commence to crumble
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| And the mirrors start to fall
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| Then the Glass begins to shatter
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| And the truth will now unveil
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| «Why has my beauty vanished?»
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| «Why has the room all changed?»
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| «The walls are full of cobwebs
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| And the air is choked by dust»
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| Now all that she remembers
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| Are reflections of the past…
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| Now a broken room,
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| All is ruined,
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| But one, a mirror stands alone
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| And this one does not lie
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| Reflections of her past life
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| Had been enslaved between the light
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| And the image that she witnessed
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| Was a tragic shameless lie
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| Her awareness at this moment
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| That the world had crumbled down
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| Made her glance upon the mirror
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| But it quickly cracks and hits the ground
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| Why? |
| Was the truth concealed from me?
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| This is just a nightmare, this it cannot be!
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| Life has played it’s tricks and now it mocks me Now I’m just a monster, a sick and dreadful being
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| Fare only in my heart, but I feel that’s now diseased
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| Death is all that wakes me, from my only mirror dreams |