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"The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirror's temperature is always at zero. It is ice in the veins. Its camera is an x-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent communion, where graspingly you partake of a shifting identity never your own".
<Taken from the Manic Street Preachers album, This Is my Truth Tell Me Yours.>
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