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we live inside our little world, captured in our inner reflection
everybody can see our smile, in their smile and they all say this world is all worth the while but they don't feel the beat, the action the pulse of what's inside their vanity, for we are their vanity nobody has ever seen us move our beauties lie in here, dead we couldn't we wouldn't we shall not leave our world the world of a mirage, the world of a fake consistence we make up images, so everybody would be pleased of us so they would all think that what they see is real and they don't even know we're here they will never know that what they really see is us nobody will ever see us move their souls lie in here, dead they couldn't they wouldn't but their beauty is our beauty and their faces are our faces and their bodies are our bodies so they could see perfection but they are all distortion and we'll live until long after they'll die our surface is glass our inside is silver our image is pure yet fake we can distort and lie we are our own we are the Mirror
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