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She feels a cold breeze, at night, she hears distant cries She is just a child but still she knows The girl in the mirrow is not herself Just a phantasm of death to become These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end She sees atrocious things, at night, she perceives the fear in their minds. Shes just a child, but she knows when it's time The little boy running in the fields is not real Just a burning soul of a soon dead one These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end These deep delusions are too grave for a child to bear Thus all this trauma haunts her for life until the end Now she finally sees herself in the mirror: beauty lost The answer to mystery of her life is now clear From Letras Mania