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First they are heavy, Then you think they might be gone, Reach up to your face, They slightly move with your touch, And you know they are there
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
Glasses
First they are heavy, Then you think they might be gone, Reach up to your face, They slightly move with your touch, And you know they are there
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
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