My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
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