COUNTRY OF THE BLIND
They stumble along
In a realm of shadow
That knows no sun
Following voices
That all seem to come
From the same throat
As they embrace the wind
Like a lover whose touch
Blesses their dreams
Making them believe
Their darkness is only
A cloud passing over
And soon they will find
The secret door
To the kingdom of light
Where they will behold
That which was hidden
By their curtain of night
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