Oh, lief mirror !
Wherefore doth thee maketh me so perilous,
Watching myself so scotched.
Mirror mirror!
wherefore maketh me so fell,
That reflection of the devil in me thee showeth.
Oh mirror mirror !
For whom doth thee reveal all the enshielf pain,
At which hour tis only me who can feeleth .
Mirror mirror !
Wherefore doth thee bringeth back all those lacking valor fusty memories,
Which wilt cast a gloom on me for the abyss.
Oh mine mirror !
Wherefore doth thee maketh me behold so drawn,
Whither tis ardour flowing out of me .
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