Amd
I drew aside the veil of day to step to where there lives dismay,
where blind eyes rule what lies beyond, an alien in the visioned throng,
a beggar for the simple sight of what is wrong and what is right
where sight is sold beyond my means and gone forever lifes loved scenes.
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