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Looking in the mirror, my face full of burn scars
the face, I was glad of, isn’t the old face
which I used to show off.
My face is burnt, not my heart
my courage is still the same old
which is what I am glad of.
My eyes stopped weeping the day,
I got a new life
I will stand up, let them know I’m
beautiful like I used to be
moon with the black spots, the same place
we all dream to be.

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