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Words of a Blind
it was once
A november winter night
not a soul at sight
i found a person
speaking words of virtue
he knew nothing of this world
and people leaving in
he dreamt of alife
full of happiness
a small family
with a beautiful wife
i bent down
to feel the honest man
his dreams like
handful of sands
recognized he was blind
darkness was what
filled in his life
dreams was what
filled in his mind
he sat and talked words of deed
i felt my time and walked back to sleep
the morning i rose
found crowds a many
hastily i moved
lying was the blind man
silent and dead
far from this crowd
and close to his dreams
