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Looking through the little blue, 
Round vintage circles.

Encased and closed years ago,
Sitting silently and nearly forgotten.

The bright maroon velvet lining and crisp white cloth,
Kept safe and encased in its blue little box.

Looking through the little blue,
Round vintage circles.

Put on a little face that hasn’t been done for years,
Reading and seeing again the same print, from long, long ago.

A, B, C’s nothing much has changed,
Time turned back, but letters still can be enlarged.

Looking through the little blue,
Round vintage circles. 

Looking through the little blue, 
My mum’s optical view.