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Jul 2018
Mirror, mirror
the time is on the go
is on the fly it won't stop.

It will whisk over
my dead body for sure.

But can it reach
out to my soul?
Written by
Shofi Ahmed  M/London UK
(M/London UK)   
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     ryn, JL Smith and Hisham Alshaikh
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