Blind - Copyright (C) 5/14/09 by Dan Sharpe.

Like falling autumn leaves,
she sheds her dreams, and grieves,
The loss of what could not be,
of what he could not see.

She bears within her heart,
her sorrow from the start,
her pearls cast before swine,
loves bitter dregs like wine.

Intoxicates her mind,
its sadness leaves her blind,
her broken heart can't see,
she's all the world to me.

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