I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see
A complete stranger staring back at me
Whose are those eyes, vacant and blue
They can't be mine this can't be true
That greying hair it can't be mine
Reflecting the years, the passage of time
Where is the youth that I thought I would see
This man in the mirror is worrying me
Alas I must finally recognize
That that is my hair, they are my eyes
I'm watching the stranger I hoped to never see
For the stranger in the mirror really is me!
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