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Submitted:Feb 1, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
As I wake up from my bed
And my eyes stay concealed
I get up from the dead
And let the aglow be unsealed.
Walking with palliate
And feeling all around
I know this as my fate
And am familiar with the sound.
As I go about my day
And people ask me how
What makes me not be fey
What was my oath; my vow?
I tell them all
As I tell you now
I am a blind man
With sight.
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