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reflection

In all, I see her reflection (even in her own face she is reflected), and in dreams (waking, and otherwise). (Seek and find) I suppose if I wanted, I could see her smile in the Mona Lisa (who plays the violin). Piano fingers eke art from eighty-eight wire drums, when four would do (and smile more separate smiles); so don’t worship a reflection.  *

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