Life Is Blindness of Blindness Love
Love what does it mean
The devotion of oneself for another
How come hurting is the only thing seen
Sometimes its just a bother
Life is full of love
Look around everyone is blinded
It’s the dirty trickery of the black dove
I only wish I could find the heart that is kinded
Oh wait I must be blind
For you have walked in my life
I hope to god this is not in my mind
Oh baby you are my wife
The argument is no more
I guess sometimes dreams do come true
For you to go I could not bare
Is this love to good to be true all I have to do is pursue
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