C.: d.c., is that you?
d.: Yes, Cal.E., it is. Your mom and dad asked me to watch you for a few hours on my day off. They each had to work today, and did not want you to be alone until you heled from your surgery how did your surgery go? I am concerned, mainly because I will need the same surgery to remove cataracts from my eyes soon, but I am also concerned about your well-being since you are my best friend. C.: Not so good, d.c. d.: Why is that, Cal.E.? C.: I think the Rolling Stones said it best
You see a red door And my eyes see it as black No colors anymore My eyes see them all as black I can’t see the dogs walk by Dressed in their silly clothes I have to turn my head Until my darkness goes I see a line of cars And they're all painted black With flowers and my eyesight Both never to come back I've seen people turn their heads And quickly look away Like a newborn baby It just happens every day I look inside myself And see my heart is black You see my red door My eyes see it as black Maybe then, I'll fade away And not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up When your whole world is black No more will my green sea Go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing Happening to you If I look hard enough Into the setting sun Lucia will laugh with me Before the morning comes You see a red door And my eyes see it as black No colors anymore I see them all as black I can’t see the dogs walk by Dressed in their silly clothes I have to turn my head Until my darkness goes I don’t wanna see it painted Painted black Black as night Black as coal I wanna see the sun Again up in the big, blue sky I can only see it painted, painted, painted Painted black, yeah
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d.: I will NOT be using your surgeon, then!
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