to be out from under
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to be yours again
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tearing this asunder
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talking now and then
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to understand just what they see
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this seeming meaningless story
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remember me
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through a mirror dimly
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distance slowly deadens
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only pieces of a looking glass remain
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ashes are left, no more than dust
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where they see beauty I see rust
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say I will see you again
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A Mirror Dimly
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Yellow Second |