A Mirror Image
She looks into the mirror and turns away. I can't stand looking at myself, my
beauty has gone away. No it hasn't the mirror image says. Look again at yourself,
You are as beautiful as a warm summer day. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You only get lovelier as you get older.
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