Looking in the mirror
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Harry didn't like what he saw
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The cheeks of his mother, the eyes of his father
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As each day crashed around him
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the future stood revealed
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He was turning into his parents
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The final disappointment
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Stepping out of the shower
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Harry stared at himself
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His hairline receding, the slight overbite
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He picked up the razor to begin his shaving and thought -
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- Oh, I wish I was different
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I wish I was stronger
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I wish I was thinner
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I wish I didn't have this nose
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These ears that stick out remind me of my father
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and I don't want to be reminded at all
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The final disappointment
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Harry looked in the mirror thinking of Vincent van Gogh
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and with a quick swipe lopped off his nose
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And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was
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He'd always wanted a dimple
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The end of all illusion
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Then peering down straight between his legs
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Harry thought of the range of possibilities
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A new face, a new life, no memories of the past
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and slit his throat from ear to ear
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Harry woke up with a cough
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the stitches made him wince
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A doctor smiled at him from
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somewhere across the room
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Son, we saved your life
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but you'll never look the same
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And when he heard that
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Harry had to laugh
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And when he heard that
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Harry had to laugh
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Although it hurt Harry had to laugh
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The final disappointment
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Harry's Circumcision - Reverie Gone Astray
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| Lou Reed |
