Nicky Who is this girl, seventeen? This child In such an old body. They say “sir”. But don’t I have beautiful eyes? Can you see me? It’s been so long like this And I don’t know how to make her show. The mirror never lies! The lies convinced me. And everyone else. But now I think there’s only one.

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