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Well the eyes are the windows to the soul, A throne for all the thoughts ruled by self control. Too well they are dismayed, fooled by faux gold But I tend to find my dreams are fine, if I keep them closed.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:24 AM UTC
Ignorant Bliss
Well the eyes are the windows to the soul, A throne for all the thoughts ruled by self control. Too well they are dismayed, fooled by faux gold But I tend to find my dreams are fine, if I keep them closed.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:24 AM UTC
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