Reach out a hand
Converse with the mirror
Our self-portraits are upside down
Some days we're all a little broken
And yet I won't choose to be whole
I always thought we share a soul
But being "together" does not mean "as one"
You're the twin that shines alone
This revolution was never mine to start
Show me the painting, show me your spirit
Between heaven and hell there is only art
So I'll give you the sun and the stars and all those colors
If you just promise to release your heart
It's time
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