The two faced mirror of life
Why do you deceive me and make me look pretty
Where is the mirror
Why do you make me look so pretty
When the hands of death draws me near to its eternal bosom
The two faced mirror of life
The jars of perfume are not helping
The smell of death draws near
Let death no longer lie to me
Death, the two faced mirror of life
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