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Sang the boy with deserted eyes
“Reflection,” he whispered again
“Is the captive possession
A reflection in the same
That my ancestors did name
Found to be likely
To be found as a likey
And never to be found around
Spotted with placid mirrors as his ground
Died in the desert did a brave
Not seven feet from his grandfather’s grave
‘Reflections scared the shit out of me,’ shе gasped
‘But i never ran so fast that my feet couldn’t carry mе,’
She resolved, smiling
Grandpa beamed”