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As I walk along this path of life
I turn to view past pain and strife
Only the darkness can be seen
Black as night is the life of this teen

I don't feel my heart or my mind
Can't see a thing for I am blind
My legs are weak my feet are sore
>From now on I will walk no more

 

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