There’s a land behind my mirror where everyone’s paid,
There’s a land behind my mirror where no one is afraid.
There’s a land behind my mirror where all the streets are clean,
There’s a land behind my mirror where every tree is green.
There’s a land behind my mirror where no one cries at night,
There’s a land behind my mirror where all the windows have light.
There’s a land behind my mirror where no one hates themselves,
There’s a land behind my mirror where books come off the shelves.
This land behind my mirror is perfect in my eyes,
Especially since my world is deaf to all my cries.
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