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REFLECTION
 
Reflection in a window pane.
Thee inward eye has seen again,
The face of the inner truth.
Grey hair and glasses
Red veins in the cheek,
Bent like a branch.
Hoping on hope
In the reflections pane,
That you'll pass by tomorrow
In cheerful gain.
So as to face the peculiar shape
In a windows embrace.

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