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She holds a mirror in her hand

despite a garb of lurid hue

considers her reflection bland

and to change it what should she do

perhaps a maid could comb her hair

pile it high on top of her head

showing off her countenance fair

chalk white skin and full lips so red

or should she emphasise her neck

in all it’s finely sculpted length

on golden chains with pearls bedecked

giving a hint of hidden strengths

in the end she turns with a sigh

bored she casts the mirror aside