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The memory is left to me,
Love is the greatest killer,
I thought you would be back,
You didn't see the mirror.

When stepped you on its cracks,
This changed you to the evil,
There is one way back -
To dive into another mirror.

It must be only crisp and white,
It must be breathing mirror,
I know only one was found,
My love is that only mirror.

2003-08-01 01:02:03

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