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| Mirror, mirror on the wall, Why, oh why, must you tell all? Can't you be a bit discreet 'Bout the faults in those you meet? They would fain their paunches hide But you always will deride. You are truthful to a fault Like a springing catapult, Throwing back the image true, Though at times it makes folks blue. Even if you covered be They must face reality. | ||
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