Silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lit's everything with its silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray...
I look myself in mirror,
Hoping that one day it would say,
You are beautiful and best in figure,
But would surely grow old one day...
So silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
Can lit everything with its silver gloom,
Except me, though it gets hit by the golden sunray.
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