<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wicked Windows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver<br>And hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over.<br>Now and then: memories of men who loved me.<br>No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me.<br>I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow.<br>Caught up in circumstance. harsh truth for history to mellow.<br>Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation<br>Magnified. obedience: the better fellow.<br>Better not remember me. dont mis my passing.<br>Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep.<br>We never quite vanish. no wet soft surrender.<br>Still waiting: bad blood running in close families.<br>I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange<br>And christmas was my favourite holiday.<br>Christmas was my favourite holiday.<br>I am not alone in seeing the world through wicked windows<br>While others hide likewiese behind this vulnerable squinting.<br>Its in the stare: its in the silent scrutinizing.<br>Strip you bare: I ofer you no more disguising.<br>Better not remember me. dont miss my passing.<br>Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep.<br>We never quite vanish. no wet soft surrender.<br>Same bad blood running in new families.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jethro Tull - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78846" data-title="Wicked Windows" data-description="I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver And hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over. Now and then: memories of men who loved me. No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me. I have walked a line bot..."></div> </div> </div>

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