| Looking in the mirror Harry didn’t like what he saw
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| The cheeks of his mother the eyes of his father
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| As each day crashed around him the future stood revealed
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| He was turning into his parents
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| The final disappointment
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| Stepping out of the shower Harry stared at himself
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| His hairline receding the slight overbite
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| He picked up the razor to begin his shaving
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| and thought oh I wish I was different
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| I wish I was stronger I wish I was thinner
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| I wish I didn’t have this nose
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| These ears that stick out remind me of my father
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| and I don’t want to be reminded at all
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| The final disappointment
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| Harry looked into the mirror thinking of Vincent Van Gogh
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| and with a quick swipe lopped off his nose
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| And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was
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| He’s always wanted a dimple
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| The end of all illusion
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| Then peering down straight between his legs
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| Harry thought of the range of possibilities
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| A new face a new life no memories of the past
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| and slit his throat from ear to ear
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| Harry woke up with a cough the stitches made his wince
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| A doctor smiled at him from somewhere across the room
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| Son we saved your life but you’ll never look the same
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| And when he heard that, Harry had to laugh
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| Although it hurt Harry had to laugh
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| The final disappointment |