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Into the mirror I behold,
A visage too pale and cold;
Envisioned in my deadpan eyes,
And a reflection in disguise;
Unveil'd many ireful outcries;
From umpteen ages.
Few pillaged pages,
Turned abrupt forth my face,
Unleashing ire; unleashing disgrace.
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