[Verse 1]
She handed me a mirror
That she had gazed upon
The glass still held an image
The glass still held an image
But it was of a man
I turned from the reflection
To see who it might be
Is that poor vanity
Quite how she pictures me?
[Verse 2]
She handed me a mirror
Rather than tell me "no"
She let slip a handkerchief
Gentle laughter flowed
Just as her lips bestowed
The dashing word like "brother"
The crushing word like "friend"
If there was no beginning
How could this be the end?
[Verse 3]
She handed me a mirror
So I could recognize
The distance from my heart to hers
The distance from my heart to hers
The pity in her eyes
She liked my pretty story
I thanked her for her song
And then I wrote a tale
Not very long to tell
"You are much more than pretty
You are beautiful"
She handed me a mirror
That she had gazed upon
The glass still held an image
The glass still held an image
But it was of a man
I turned from the reflection
To see who it might be
Is that poor vanity
Quite how she pictures me?
[Verse 2]
She handed me a mirror
Rather than tell me "no"
She let slip a handkerchief
Gentle laughter flowed
Just as her lips bestowed
The dashing word like "brother"
The crushing word like "friend"
If there was no beginning
How could this be the end?
[Verse 3]
She handed me a mirror
So I could recognize
The distance from my heart to hers
The distance from my heart to hers
The pity in her eyes
She liked my pretty story
I thanked her for her song
And then I wrote a tale
Not very long to tell
"You are much more than pretty
You are beautiful"
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