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Mirror
Quizmo LaGrande “The woman who stands in front of you is not the one that you once knew; Sorrow has changed your child-like heart Love has tortured and scorned the part. “This mirror reflects a woman past, One of happiness and dash, Imagination at a peak, Ne’re a moment you deemed as weak.” But sadly as she turns away, The glass reveals a different day. Reality, a setting sun. The answer is—a life undone. Around she spins and tells the shrew, “You used to live in days un-blue, When handsome men would come to call But now, you choose to thwart them all. “The mirror, my friend, is merely me. Are you amazed at what you see? Once a woman filled with desire. How many tears extinguished the fire? “What of vitality and youth? You are not old, but reflect a truth That there were better dreams than this, Fine ideas and idyllic bliss “Of thinking that the world was yours An ocean spanning many shores. Anywhere you cared to go Your wish would simply make it so. “Please, my dear, upturn the scorn It’s fine you choose to be alone, Just look beyond the sad despair And marvel at the lady’s flair!"
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