Mirror image, they do the same,
all the movements, in a different plane.
Black and white, they do the same,
all the emotions, with a different game.
Sometimes visible, sometimes hidden,
all depends on the type of light.
Inside or out, or outside is in?
They do not do the same, all the evolution,
for a valid claim.
Walk the walk, they both do the same,
to represent a soul, for one know as a silhouette
and the other as a name.
The light is dark and dark is shown in either of the light,
the strength that burns deep inside that is our constant fight
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