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 LIFE IS BLIND! LIFE IS BLIND WHAN YOU ARE NOT HERE I FALL UPON MY BED WISHING YOU WERE HERE DAYS GO BY AND ALL I DO IS CRY WISHING ONE DAY YOU WILL TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS WHAT HAPPEND TO ARE UNDYING LOVE? COME BACK AND STOP THIS BLIND LIFE OF MINE COME BACK TO ME FOREVER AND STOP THIS BLIND LIFE OF MINE! --Maria from Sparks, Nevada Guest Book ~ Send Poem ~ Home ~ Main ~ Poem Menu |
