Look in the mirror, what do I see?
A shadow looking back at me.
Shadow of a man I despise,
Shadow of a man who was blind.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who is the evilest of them all?
Look in the glass, and it’s plain as can be;
The evilest of them all is me.
A/N
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