The Mirror of Erised
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Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Often desires are gravely misplaced and leave stains on me
However mortals itching for love, hope, and faith graced my glass, too
Mortals like you who are non the wiser or enlighted to the truth
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Evi lot tegrof neh tai glatsond nas maerd no ton regnil,
Scarred, young one, who longs for lost life which time determined surreal.
I can only reflect the pain deep in your green wells of tears
Though you press into my sleak glass with a famished sort of leer
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Yca nuldnae simeds sendas ot ni neme rulyl wolsi,
But you will not be one of those pitiful many I see
For I felt the images of your genrations fade from me
Still, I will wait for the next wanderer who does not take heed:
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Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi