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点击复制She used to fill the mirrors frame
A younger face a gentler name
But now she fades with mornings call
As if the glass cant hold it all
I look and see myself instead
With all the things she used to dread
The world that rushed the nights I missed
The mirror fogged by things dismissed
She vanishes yet leaves behind
The shape of how she shaped my mind
A thousand days I did not see
Now echo through the glass of me
If I could tilt the frame of time
And trade her years to borrow mine
Id stand where she once stood so near
And be her mirror bright and clear