
I found it just per chance the awe inspiring mirror,
Beneath the silver sky appearing just before me
For I know not whence it came or how it came to be
Yet there it was before me this black and silver mirror
A mystical appearance lending substance to my dreams
I have never seen such beauty as this enchanted mirror
Dare I approach this glass and step into its door
Not knowing where it leads, the gate of this old mirror
So I hesitate an instant reaching out my hand
My heart decides my fate to step inside the mirror
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Quite a prediction, that's how it reads to me.














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