When i look into the mirror i see,
reflections of a time when all was green and lavender,
when the breeze would whisper the songs of yonder,
of a place of magic and mystery and wonder,
of a bridge of timber on a stream flowing under,
upon came a night of blood and thunder,
painted in yellow and red the bridge came asunder,
the ants and the mites them both were offender,
of all that remains is the question to ponder,
When i look into the mirror i see,
glory of the past fading in the glowing ember,
but something made me reconsider,
it was a patch of green and lavender.
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