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 what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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