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even if i were blind
what
determines
how and
what
we dream,
was it
the sight
of her,
of such
her face,
light beauty
in those
eyes that
spoke
when she
looked
my way,
even if
i were
blind, i
believe
i would
have still
seen her.
determines
how and
what
we dream,
was it
the sight
of her,
of such
her face,
light beauty
in those
eyes that
spoke
when she
looked
my way,
even if
i were
blind, i
believe
i would
have still
seen her.
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