| In the Mirror |
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| In the mirror |
| It was his right hand |
| Brushed the hair from her eyes |
| So she’d see him fully |
| With his heart open wide |
| And he tried to say it out loud |
| But his words were all turned around |
| In the mirror |
| It was his left hand |
| He brought to her mouth |
| And to his reflection |
| Blew a kiss that she found |
| In the silence of a stare |
| Standing there |
| In the mirror |
| At the window |
| Came the tapping |
| Of melting snow |
| Dripping down from |
| The shingles in an even flow |
| In time with a simple sound |
| Of something turning around |
| Turning around |
| A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a |
| A mirror |
