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On looking glass fair,
you'll find me there.
Gazing intently to see.
I'm what's meant to be.
No more, no less I decree,
I will duly agree.
Sometimes distorted somewhat,
I'm all that I've got.
So, persistently I go not
with percentage I brought.
Does that even make sense?
I have made recompense.
Michaela Warren 2011
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