Another night,
Another dream,
I've been here before,
oh so it seems,
Deja vu?
Dead man's stare,
I hold a candle close,
So you can stare,
Through the glare,
Of the light in my eyes.
What do you see?
A reflection of you on me.
Keep your mirror glance,
I don't want the chance,
Or you corrupting my beauty,
Through the mirror on the wall...
Of my Soul.
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