Broken mirrors are always beautiful
Climb up the stairs, scream YES
Stand still right there, in the middle, call the name
Light up the Christmas tree, it shall be the brightest ever
Chase the shadow until the horizon flips over
Look into the viewfinder, be disappointed by what's shown
Let's all prance along with her, in this fountain full of incomprehensible joy, soaked in blood, and yet remain perfectly unaware
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