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| Life is all A series of dreams Nothing around you Is as it seems When you awake You'll see the lies When the dreams end And you open your eyes You'll eventually discard The rose colored glasses You'll discard them in time And time eventually passes The dreams will end The moment you die When you're finally released And your spirit touches the sky |
| Warning: Uhhmm, there should be one, I think. Maybe. I guess if your cranium is ill equipped, leave now. This could possibly be unsetteling. |
| (c) June of 1988 |
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| Rose Colored Glasses |