mirror mirror; blades of glass

Mirror mirror, blades of glass

How did we recover, in which class

Of situations sitting, together retreat

Somewhere along one mulberry street

At two we remember the burning of hands

The feeling we felt, across wide open lands

Such violence we see, left behind three scars

We carry this forward, consumed by North Star

By four we were wakened, by little ones tears

At five we retired, content with our fears

At six, once midnight; we returned to bed

These musings musical, harmonious in head

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