Do we know just what it shows,
That mirror, mirror on the wall?
Do we really need to know
Who’s the fairest of them all?
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What is seen, when we look?
Do we ever wish to hide?
There is a feature we can use.
Turn it to the other side.
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Do they show just what they see?
Or do they see far more than that?
Are they looking at our soul,
Or just whether we are thin or fat?
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Do they mirror what they see?
Do they really tell us much?
Are we ever brave enough
To let a friend act as such?
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If facing an opposing wall,
A moving image will fulfil its role,
With its face, facing back and forth,
Allowing it to meet its goal.
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Are we at one with what we see,
Standing, standing, staring there?
A summing up of what we are,
Far more than tweaking an odd stray hair.
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Is the obvious all we see?
And since it never makes a sound,
Is it telling where mysteries lie
Or simply where the truth is found?
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Do we ever really doubt,
That a faithful reflection is showing there?
Or that a mirror, mirror on the wall
Could ever possess the will to care?