When you look in the mirror
can you see your very own Soul?
Clean the mirror, make it clearer.
The eyes are like windows to the Soul.
Do you have a Soul?
Do you see a radiant light?
Do you feel your Soul
Do you see it shining bright?
Does your soul silently hides
in a damp, deep, dark corner?
Or does it speak to you,
in a gentle breath, a whisper?
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