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Grapes of wrath are fruits of passion
Fulsome hands don't feel repentance
Seek the reason, find an answer
Why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall
A mean and ugly you can't understand
A taste of freedom, insufficient
But it's all that's left to be ... mirror, mirror on the wall
Don't be frightened, don't be anxious
A new attempt and you fall further down
Come on defy indifference
And the sun will shine for you again ... mirror, mirror on the wall