We see the world through glasses,
Of several different colours,
Worn each upon the other,
Through which the light passes!
The colours are of our choice,
Or collected over years,
Quite a set we amass,
As we get on in years!
And now the world I see,
Is quite different from yours,
I wonder why you don't see,
What to me is clear!
Of several different colours,
Worn each upon the other,
Through which the light passes!
The colours are of our choice,
Or collected over years,
Quite a set we amass,
As we get on in years!
And now the world I see,
Is quite different from yours,
I wonder why you don't see,
What to me is clear!
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