Rose-Colored Glasses...
Rose-colored glasses...
Slip them on and all is fine,
all is perfection...
Glasses that keep you blinded
to her wicked, evil ways...
Rose-Colored Glasses...
Rose-colored glasses...
Slip them on and all is fine,
all is perfection...
Glasses that keep you blinded
to her wicked, evil ways...
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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