My dust covered Kohl once said that, "he love your eyes when I am in them..
He left and you cried..
cried and cried..
and then stopped using me..
Did you ever feel how your eyes look without me?
How I feel kept for months on your table without any use?
So my dear let me adore your eyes once again and go and see the world once again
We dance in it's pleasures.
We count it's treasures.
We hide from it's terror.
We wait for it's surrender.
Oh, how I love adventures.
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