My father once told me
When I was a little child
That all there is behind mirrors
Is silver and the wall.
Yet why do I see in the mirror
A distant silhouetted shadow
With yellow gleaming eyes
And rotting grey hands?
Oh devils and demons
Coming to take me away
I dare not close my eyes
Or they'll step out and seize me.
Turn the mirror around
And all there is behind mirrors
Is blood and the wall.
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