Offering the gift of a mirror,
You reflected my soul.
Bewildered, I see unrecognized beauty.
Is that softness and grace under the familiar image?
How could I not have seen myself for so many years?
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Offering the gift of a mirror,
You reflected my soul.
Bewildered, I see unrecognized beauty.
Is that softness and grace under the familiar image?
How could I not have seen myself for so many years?
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