Many Faces In The Mirror

Two many eyes set in blue
while the dresses we twirl in still I fall.
With each moment I climb, or sit
there is another person I know is there.

God is watching me in the shadow
while I know all the faces in the mirror
are giggling with me in there.
One blonde, the other two brunette
smiles for the moment

Until that day God took me in
and made me a new.

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This one is about being a triplet, which I am.