A Maid's Thanks for a Mirror
Your messenger came to bring me a jewelled mirror,
Grand, grand as the round moon
When a mirror ages it shines the brighter,
When a person ages so passions decline
I accept your mirror, hang it on the empty stand,
To this day never reopened
Don't you see that lone paradise bird?
From where will lost love's soul appear?
Grand, grand as the round moon
When a mirror ages it shines the brighter,
When a person ages so passions decline
I accept your mirror, hang it on the empty stand,
To this day never reopened
Don't you see that lone paradise bird?
From where will lost love's soul appear?
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