I look in the mirror and what do I see Surely that image cannot be me My eyes are still blue and my hair is still blonde Of those little wrinkles I'm not very fond Oh mirror mirror on the wall Tell me my looks are not fading at all Lie to me loudly and make be believe I'm not getting older I've nothing to grieve I think what I'll do is just turn out the light Oh, how wonderful I look - everything's alright!
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Kathy