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She sees what she has known all along
There's rain on the window
 It's morning
 As she stares through the glass
 at the ground

There's a tear on her cheek
 She's turning
 And the light just catches
 her frown

The footprints of yesterday's loving
 Are washed by the rain as it falls
 And the heartache of yesterday's caring
 Has her imprisoned between these four walls

The walls close in 
 on her thinking
 She can't see beyond
 her own pain

Just talking and saying
 good morning
 Has become such an
 unbearable strain

Watching herself 
 in the mirror
 She sees whats been 
 there all along

In loving herself
 she discovers
 A music that's never
 Accompanied any love song

Her mind now clear
 her heart now pure
 The mirror her passion, revives
 And energy grows in her heart

For its her she'd be missing
 The most, if she cried
 If sadness over came her smile
 And she from herself was apart

The footprints of yesterday's loving
 Are naught but the rain as it falls
 A gentle reminder of life and of living
 As herself through the mirror recalls

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