I look into the mirrors
It is not I who back peers

He has my eyes and my nose
He has my mouth and my smile
He has my ears and my pose
He even has my subtle guile

He sweats in my heat
He shivers in my cold
His tune is my beat
His story is mine told

And yet it is not my face
Nor is it my heart or pace

My eyes are split, my nose, long
My mouth is far, my smile, keen
My ears are high, my pose, wrong
Even my vulpine guile lies unseen

My heat is from my toll
My cold is from my wait
My beat is from my soul
My story is from my fate

It is my heart and my face
That lies within this inhuman grace