| What’s beyond the chamber mirror
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| The evening coloured secret window
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| Is there just an inverted picture of
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| This room’s reality
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| I have witnessed tiny little changes
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| Within that darkened reflected room
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| Things have altered seemingly in wrongful
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| Places of false dimensions
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| Hypnotised my soul is waiting
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| Horrified my senses fading
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| The mirror stares into my soul
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| Suspiciously I’m moving closer
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| And I wave my hand before me
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| In disbelief I watch the image of myself
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| Yet standing still
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| I’m staring deep into my eyes
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| Touch the mirror while I wonder why
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| In that moment my reflection grabs my arm
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| And pulls me through
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| To a room that is reversed
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| My common sense I feel it burst
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| The mirror takes what god forsakes
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| The mirror
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| Screaming — in silence
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| Staring out from the mirror
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| Reality — fades away
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| And I am locked beyond the mirror
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| Shadows — near me
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| Whisperings that scare me
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| Help me — take me out
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| Crush the mirror of despair
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| The mirror |