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The Blind Man's Dream

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Hardly even a cloud
The refined grace she possessed
Was enough to know
That she was in my dreams yet again
For I could feel her aura in the atmosphere
Like pain before the storms hit
She appeared like the fog
But only for a moment
Then she was gone
And when I awoke
All by myself
All I could see
Was the blindfold over my eyes
As If I could



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