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Mirrors, mirrors, magic mirrors
dance and shine and sparkle all you like i'll not be drawn in to your reflective light mirrors, mirrors, magic mirrors show us all who is the fairest of all but of course you can't you're a mirror, a mirror but of course you can you're a mirror, magic mirror dance and shine and sparkle all you like now you captured me in your deepest darkest rapture of glory look in the mirror, magic mirror? why not, magic mirror? when i look in will you tell me who the fairest of us all is? why yes of course you will.. oh, but mirror, magic mirror i am not the fairest i am a poor warrior's daughter and not at all good for much but intellectual purposes oh, mirror, magic mirror i think you've made a mistake the fairest of us all? i think not mirror, magic mirror please ponder carefully over your wrong answer while i ask once again: mirror, mirror, magic mirror who is the fairest of us all?
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