Mirror, mirror
Proud and tall
Old as language
You've seen it all
How cities bright
And kingdoms great
Leave the timeline
In history's wake
Purple, green, blue
Of growth and delight
Mixed with beads
Of red, grey, and white
They're all strung
On the same tightrope
Legacy is the goal
We pray and hope
That the world
Is our witness
Our history
Never finished
Though nothing
Can live forever
Mirror, our reflection
Will always remember.
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