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A Muddled Reflection
When I see my own reflection,
Shall I say that I don't care?
In the glass of recollection,
Was I pure in my affection?
If I lay my spirit bare
When I see my own reflection,
I could never claim perfection
Seeing true the image there
In the glass of recollection.
In the opposite direction
(Where my ego tends to err
When I see my own reflection),
My humility's objection
Says my pride is hardly fair.
In the glass of recollection,
Automatic incorrection
Makes me wonder how I dare
When I see my own reflection
In the glass of recollection.
Shall I say that I don't care?
In the glass of recollection,
Was I pure in my affection?
If I lay my spirit bare
When I see my own reflection,
I could never claim perfection
Seeing true the image there
In the glass of recollection.
In the opposite direction
(Where my ego tends to err
When I see my own reflection),
My humility's objection
Says my pride is hardly fair.
In the glass of recollection,
Automatic incorrection
Makes me wonder how I dare
When I see my own reflection
In the glass of recollection.