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As I stood before the mirror Looking back to yesterday The golden, brownish hair Was replaced with silver grey Blue eyes, clear once Now sadly show my life Baby, toddler, teen Woman, mother, wife The wrinkles I cannot smooth They age more with each year They stare back at me Among my doubting fears The mirror tells no lies The picture is true to me It shows an older version Of the youngster I should be Is she who I am? Or who I once was? Can it truly matter? What she really was Before the mirror now I wonder when she departed That lovely little girl From where my whole life started Mirror, mirror thanks to you Once again I saw my dream But reflections as you know Are not always what they seem
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