00:00Mirror, mirror, be my snow, be cold enough to let me know
00:03No fireside warmth, no gentle grace, just frost across my honest face
00:09But winter mirrors hold the line, each flaw in frost, each fault in shine
00:15They do not soothe, they do not trade, they show the whole of what was made
00:21So freeze me glass, from crown to feet
00:25I did not come here to be sweet, for only what the winter shows survives the thaw and truly grows
