The mirror, shapes you,
But you, prefer to be in queue..,
You usually, ignore your image but why you follow, one's shadow?
The image, follows you,
The road, you haven't choosen, travers you..
One's darkness, makes you to feel lighted,
And guides you, till the dilapidated mounument,
Whom you, one's broken, inspite of being swaddled with that,
Why don't you see your own image and don't you accept the true love...
The mirror, shapes you,
Guides you throughout, your whole path.......
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