Mirror mirror your silver surface I scan
Reflecting golden truths sans any judgment
But my own alas, clouded o’er one lifespan
will perhaps lay waste till I cast this raiment
With brutal opinions they command and mock
Surely, love they’ll bestow if I join their flock
A puppet, I scurried from pillar to post
Forsaking gifts unique, I now mirror most!
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