I was shocked and almost remained frozen
When saw reflection in mirror with faces in dozens
All bore deserted look remained barren
It frightened me as if I had descended from foreign
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succeeded here in hiding, Always with pomp and show riding,
'It is great art of living, Great perfection in deceiving, ' Fine lines!
I was almost frozen When saw in mirror faces dozen, Al clumsy and faces barren,