In the dim light of a candle,
I sit watching my image,
In a mirror who speaks,
Whose words heard only by me.
A true companion he is,
Reflecting what I am.
And this is for what,
I spend time with him.
He shows all of me,
From a gray hair,
To a shrink in the skin,
And at time much more.
More of me from within.
He speaks and I hear.
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