Poems (Rumell)/The mirror

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THE MIRROR
We are as a mirror.
It may fill us with horror,
To think we could give out,
What another had thought.
'Tis the only solution,
I find to this question,
When we reflect things
That we could not have known.
We catch the reflection, repeat, and then,
At last we accept it, and call it our own!

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