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 either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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