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A Reflection
The man in the mirror
No longer looks like me
His best years are behind him
There's nothing more to see
His daughter is a woman
With family of her own
The years now seem to fade away
Into the bleak unknown
Although I'll keep on dreamin'
Of better things to come
Sometimes I feel like runnin' free
Into the rising sun
A slither of a silhouette
Against a s...
Tuesday 9th February 2021 10:48 pm
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