Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
but I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
but I know, dad, the ice is getting thin

...

Hair is grey and the fires are burning
So many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud
I always wanted that myself

tori amos, 'winter'

So, it's little Tommy's first day at school and already the other boys and girls have started calling him names. Wasn't quite what he'd dreamed, was it?

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