There was this man
Who I was friendly with
We used to walk around
The city where we lived
We saw a vacant plynth
In the central square
He said "I'd look quite good
If I was standing there"
(and I said)
No, I'm not and artist, no, I'm not the mayor
No, I'm not a sculptor
I'm a mirror
In my working phase
At the country court
Writers bought me drinks
And asked me what I thought
(and I'd say)
No, I'm not a lawyer, no, I'm not the judge
No, I'm not the jury
I'm a mirror
I'm just a blurred reflection
I've been to heaven
And I've been to hell
When people see me
They see thеmselves
(and I say)
No, I'm not and angel, no, I'm not a god
No, I'm not thе devil
I'm a mirror
I'm just a blurred reflection
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