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I look into the mirror,
I see a man broken,
It is not the face of a stranger.
A man with sunken eyes,
unshaven face, trembling lips,
A mystery of sorrow and of a pain.
I look at him, he is familiar,
I wonder if I can do something,
to ease his pain,
I place my finger on the glass,
and brush aside the tear,
that is running down his cheek.
A man, a boy
touched by each others soul
one is the other.
Hand in hand into the night,
they walk together
reflections in the mirror.
What do you see?
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