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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