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Behind the mirror is where we all

Tend to lurk,

Suffering through the pain of glass.



No one likes change,

Sometimes it is almost viewed as a sin.

Then you are punished

For attaining a higher majesty,

An alliance nearly gone.



But the times they were a changing

Folk had to realise,

A new power was being born

The climate just right for change.,

To plug in to the new.



After all a mirror image

Is the same,

But I suppose it is how

You look that matters,

Not what you see.



It was the orthodoxy

Of one Man that changed,

Someone who dared to be different.



It is some what ironic

That he said adieu,

With an acoustic version of



“It’s all over now , baby blue.”



But then,

The rest is history.